Sunrise Over Apartments

Where are the hills?
I see none around me.
Where is the sunrise on hills?
I see it through my neighbors’ apartments.
I just see their walls brightening, reflecting sun’s rays.
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No sounds of distant waters dash,
 instead I hear the siren of office working hours.
The bending roads with honking motors
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Whenever I read H W Longfellow’s poem “Sunrise on the Hills” I crave to see one, but