The Final Whirl

Blossoming love,
ancient desires

hope in a single
g
l
a
n
e

a carousel of music and laughter
until
the final whirl

a heart shattered,
no comfort
ameliorated.

T
E
A
R
S

a new fjord discovered. A modern tale. Love destroyed.
The inlet of a naive heart. Broken. The soul melted ice,
and

created anew.



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