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.
Majestic peaks stand tall and grand,
Yet in their shadows, hearts expand.
Beneath the vast and endless sky,
Thoughts of you, they multiply.
In every breeze, in every sigh,
Rindu, a melody that won't pass by.
On this mountain, where dreams ascend,
Rindu becomes both foe and friend.
For in its depths, emotions swell,
A tale of longing, too hard to quell.
So here, atop this lofty peak,
Where echoes of longing softly speak,
I send my heart, across the land,
Hoping you'll feel it, where you stand.
