Qaiyyum Grade 10
It wasn’t just a dream,
It wasn’t just a moment,
It was a vision.
I woke up from a slumber,
A very deep one if you asked,
A color that is pure,
Darker than black,
Yet I was the only one wearing it,
My vision was half,
Clear and keen,
Because I gave away the other half.
There was a mountain,
Heights beyond any skyscrapers built,
Incomparable to Everest.
It begins to let out its cry,
So loud and strong,
Yet incredibly calm.
I struggled to stand,
A task harder than The Twelve Labors,
Not a single limb wanted to move,
But I managed to pull it off.
Winds coming from the mountain,
Brushing my hair and fingertips,
The cry got louder,
It was ear-shattering.
A feeling came and swept me off my feet,
As if the cry was speaking to me.
I stood on the spot and listened,
Until a dim light appeared from the peak,
Getting brighter and bigger,
That was when it came out.
I burst into tears,
And ran towards it.
It was the cry of the sun itself,
I was the only one who heard it,
The Cry of The Sun.
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