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A Poem: Torne Älv’s embrace

by bernt & torsten

In the shadow of the Torne Älv’s embrace,
A village whispers tales as we pass,
The hall beside Tornefors, so timeless,
Where revelry and history intertwine,
Echoes of wild nights and memories entwined.

As we roll into the heart of Junosuando,
Gravestones stand like guardians of lore,
Generations laid to eternal rest,
Their secrets only whisper in the pine,
With a veil of mystery and festivity entwined.

Underneath the cloak of the midnight sun,
The revellers dance in timeless grace,
A fest of life where day and night blur,
Their laughter echoes, a ghostly cheer,
In a brief summer's reverie, north's sincere.

Here, they thrive, each story more lush,
A hidden force under solar blush,
Songs of the past in the twilight’s ardour,
Unseen threads of life’s fervent night,
Crafting tomorrow from yesterday’s light.