In the shadow of mountains where echoes resound,
A split stirs the silence, a love once unbound.
Tadej Pogačar, swift as the wind on the climb,
And Urška Žigart, a duet marked by time.
Their hearts raced together, in life’s grand parade,
Celebrating the moments as love serenade.
Cycling and passion intertwined like the wheel,
Yet even the strongest can falter, can reel.
A whirlwind romance forged under sun’s blazing gaze,
With victories shared, they danced through the haze.
But whispers of heartache shadow the ride,
As the road shifts beneath, and paths turn aside.
In the world of the champions, where triumph takes flight,
A fracture emerges, dimming the light.
For love, much like sport, can be fragile and true,
And even the finest can find themselves blue.
With a mixture of sorrow, the news breaks the dawn,
Two souls once united now journey withdrawn.
The cheers of the fans echo a bittersweet song,
As they navigate life, where the heart feels wrong.
In the glow of the spotlight, the cycles may spin,
But behind every finish, there’s loss and chagrin.
Though futures diverge, and new chapters begin,
There’s beauty in love, even when it feels thin.
So here’s to their memories, both joyous and bright,
May they find their own peace in the soft fading light.
For life’s paths are winding, with mountains to climb,
And in every ending, there’s room for new rhyme.
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