With her dark gorges, that charm few,
Promising a serene embrace,
The mountains tempt my wanderlust, when drenched in monsoon hue.
As drizzle dots her pristine face,
She blushes a sweet earthy green,
And teases my core, inspiring, a love-soaked garden lace!
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