There’s a road
dark and fearful
that leads down, down, down,
to a bridge.
Strong and high
I see the sky
with such proud and glory
it stands.
The purity,
emits sudden emotion,
emotions one can
feel only once.
Once you stand there
on the bridge
you are free,
free from all.
You can almost feel
that whistling wind around you
swirling through your hair
waiting to be admired.
I sit there
for hours
and hours on end
playing bridge with friends
Some games are serious
others are just fun
frustration and excitement
mix, in here.
Evening draws near
the sun is setting
and all that is left
to do is to
cross the perfect
little bridge
By:
Julia 6T
Ambrit-Rome Int.
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