I stand in a whirlpool

awestruck, moonstruck

feet encircled by storms

virgin sand beneath wriggles away


the deflowered shore

washed by receding tides

flaunts scattered, ragtag remains

of a fleeting romance


wild waves, uncontrolled

disintegrate midway

reflect weeping stars

aftermath of wanderlust

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