At the peak where clouds embrace,
Whispers of longing find their place.
Amidst the silence, echoes resound,
A symphony of memories profound.
In the solitude of mountain's height,
Where stars above ignite the night,
Rindu, a word that fills the air,
A yearning deep, beyond compare.
The wind, a gentle, soothing touch,
Carries echoes of longing, oh so much.