The warm tides of the mountain

 I haven't touched your name written on the leaf in life but why is this bothering you so while?  I haven't met you and why do I miss you?  I am afraid that I will not be able to be far away. From the far to near like browsing the distance between the Manaslu Mansiri to Kumba Karna and vice-versa. we are like the sun and the earth, they look at each other and the sky says "I don't just send the heated rays but also the hailstone" and look at the clouds, look at the rain, this is the life.so I can't bypass the gloominess.  How do will I feel when I see you? I can write about you with my sapiens mind I flow with you while writing our names.  I think our world should be our only abode in your eyes and your phrases should be in my heart only.  No one comes to my mind except you, after you appear in my sense.

You said...

Mountain beholds its Moon of the far east. The moon reflects all the rays received from the Sun to the Mountains... peaceful and lustre mellow night expands over the earth.

well, I don't cover anything you sent to the east as you being an influential glow rather I like to disclose it as the moon does without hesitance and it allows the sky to burn the same as the moon. The only stable here in the mountains. But even this does not remain the same once has reached its height...

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