X: Bridges
By narcissa
Wed, 29 Sep 2004
- 756 reads
overgrown stone wanders across water
under the bridge
fish echo.
The underneath bridge of my mouth,
music (although I did not
suggest it)
Forgotten open land
and the bridge up to a cloud, white and
deceptively soft
That bridge is made of bamboo
steps
I climb without foot
steps.
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