The Whirlwind

Such love was rushed as whirlwind on watermill
Then time’s elapse set it down at dawn
What use does it make to unwoven our twill
When love’s measure is in lopsided thrall
However insurmountable it is in this wily revelry
Though still a love’s birth spree
And there goes a lesson for a thing to own
That in felicity we may be free

Poem by: Farah A.Y

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