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In the river's gentle flow,
Stands a troll, a watchful foe.
In one hand, a key so grand,
In the other, a box, as the tales demand.
His grip is firm, his gaze is keen,
Guarding secrets, unseen, unseen.
The key, a gleaming hint of gold,
The box, a mystery, ages old.
Beneath the sky, so vast and blue,
The troll holds fast to clues so few.
Key and box, a pair entwined,
In the river's depth, their fates aligned.
With each ripple, a story told,
Of secrets kept, in the troll's hold.
In the river's song, the truth may lie,
Under the watch of the troll's keen eye.

Description
more images on nadavrock.com/

In the river's gentle flow,
Stands a troll, a watchful foe.
In one hand, a key so grand,
In the other, a box, as the tales demand.
His grip is firm, his gaze is keen,
Guarding secrets, unseen, unseen.
The key, a gleaming hint of gold,
The box, a mystery, ages old.
Beneath the sky, so vast and blue,
The troll holds fast to clues so few.
Key and box, a pair entwined,
In the river's depth, their fates aligned.
With each ripple, a story told,
Of secrets kept, in the troll's hold.
In the river's song, the truth may lie,
Under the watch of the troll's keen eye.