Bridge
You don’t let me pass through...
Its night and I beg you
-please …
you don’t let me pass through…
to the other side of the bridge
where you stand to come
and share the moon with you...
Then why did you put the bridge between us?
Isn’t the bridge a road that connects,
Not a deadly rope that sets apart?
Its night and I’m cold,
My whispers cross the bridge to reach you..
but, just a cold air from the other side of the
bridge comes back like an answer…
Why did you put the bridge between us?
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