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Love set him free
like a whirlwind
rolling in from the dark
and desperate sea.

His past
already a distant memory,
he found his mark
hidden in the mist.

With eyes gleaming
and a steady hand
he takes what is his,
crying out in victory.

But the one thing
he cannot see,
the thing he cannot fathom
will be his downfall in the end,

the whirlwind that is upon him
rolling in from the dark
and desperate sea,
the echo of a pain to come.

Poetry by Nathalia
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Written on 2015-07-12 at 17:25

Tags Love  Pain 

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Love it esp the last verse!:)

Ferenc Inigo Beck
Words steeped in truth.