Up
on the hill
The
quiet atmosphere
The
cool misty morning
It
makes the day
There
is no motor vehicles
Driving
around the clock
Walking
is a pleasure
Listening
to the wind
Everyone
seems polite
The
locals and tourists alike
There
is no air of importance
There
is the sharing experience
The
night on the hill
The
bright stars and cool wind
The
insects will sing song
The
echoes in the night
The
serenity on the hill
There
is no rush; there is no dateline
It
is the normal routine every time
Living
a long life
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