Bridge

A dark rainy day
In the month of May
The gurgling river
The rustling goes away
Waiting
 Waiting
For a sunny day

The wind blows
with nowhere to go
the rain
becomes heavy
and starts
to snow

the ice starts melting
 on that bridge
spring suddenly comes near

By Elisa 6T
28.3.08
Ambrit-Rome

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