On a Bridge
Once
I stood on a bridge,
Staring at the sky.
I saw a bird
Flying above me high.
It landed at my feet,
So excited I could hear
my heart-beat.
When it left
My heart, bereft,
I cried.
So here I stand
On the bridge
hoping,
waiting
to see it again.
By Vera N
AMBRIT Rome I/3/08
