Singing Mountains
Originally written in Sinhala by the author and translated into English.
Love is the place where another heart finds peace.
And the peace I found beside that heart
escapes from me as quiet breaths of calm.
If those gentle breaths could reach
the distant mountain peaks,
they would whisper softly—
nothing but songs of love.
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