
In everybody’s deepest heart
Towering and strange
A something which no map can chart
And beyond every range
The mountain of longing
This must be love, this must be love
Immortally the same
Through every mile of earth it dove
Seeking nor friend nor fame
Out in the distant sea it grows
Re-calling you and me
Out in the distant fields it snows
On in infinity
This must be life, this must be life
This must be where we were
You are my heart, my joy, my wife
Here, there and everywhere…
The mountain of longing.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

Amazing work, Aka! Love your poetry.
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Thank you very much, Noora.
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Was looking for the poem, you were desribing ideas about mountain’s, callings and remembrances but did not find … had the feeling, it was matching fine with this…..
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