A bridge
A road
Covered with snow
A passage, black and dark
Depression quickly appears
Sudden terror
Thunder and hail
Sudden fog
Makes me fall
Cold ice
Trembling body
Immediately, I start to fear
I hear a crack
I see all black
Feeling death coming near
A dream has appeared
After all it disappeared
I am lying in my bed
Thinking of the bridge
By Vittoria 6T
Ambrit –Rome international school
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