Without words,
the wind carried my dreams across the bay to Reykjavik where seagulls haunted your dreams.
Without words,
Bach created a symphony of love.
Without words,
the snow ran across the sky falling through my window unto the floor.
Without words,
your heartbeat raced across a room into the cold nordic night.
Without words,
the houses fell into the sea breaking the bonds of love.
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