Tag: bridge
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In the realm of twilight
the wind is dying in the umbral night all aroundthe small bridge becomes the canal’s umbrella weaving a shy blue garment for the waters,a silvery gown across the imponderable blue the moon glides free, an argent shadowthe rain dove purls a plaintive lay, drenching the darkening streets with a drowsy kissin these hours of tears
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The Bridge
The bridge hides its sorrows.The daylight dilutes the fear of falling.Underneath the river flows,no one seeing its blackness,nor the mixing and depositing of everything that has cried.
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Living With the Fog
The fog covers the bridge all around.Above the day blurs night. Belowships prowl slowand uneasy lines.Thosedriving or walking throughwill remember the cry of the sky,the sobs of those tiny sirensbelow warning away,warning away,those who come too close to touching themin this blindness-long after the light has returned and their soulshave safely reached the other side.…
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The Walnut Street Bridge Hides Its Sorrows
The Walnut Street pedestrian bridge hides it sorrows in bevies of Instagram brides, cheerleaders, band members wearing their school ts , leashed dogs sniffing the edges of Statue of Liberty green wanting to dive after the slowly moving boats on the Tennessee river below, couples holding hands, wisely staying to the middle away from the…