I am the valley, tight and shrouded,
You are a mountain within the range,
From afar I peeked at you, hidden.
A magnificence that only grows in time,
Those clouds that surrounds you,
Do not listen to their thunder,
It will only weather you,
From all your beauty and wonder,
I tried to stream as loudly as I can,
With rapids of white waves that splatters,
But how can I compare,
Your beauty, it peaks, I am down here while you are up there,
The harder I try, my depression gets bigger,
As this longing gets eager, your demeanour, well-refined.
I hope you notice me meandering hearts as my rivers flow further,
I will keep etching until I have reached the salty sea.
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