The bridge stands high, a quiet guard,
Over the river’s gentle song,
Its arches like open arms,
Inviting dreams to float along.
Threads of evening light weave through,
In the fading glow of day,
Casting warm hues on the edge of dusk,
Where shadows gently sway.
Below, the sky is painted soft,
With colours of the setting sun,
And every breeze carries whispers,
In this peaceful, fading light.
The moon, a beacon in the dark,
Shows the way where echoes call,
And stars, like promises not spoken,
Guide those who might take the fall.
The bridge, a quiet place of calm,
Holds the silence of a soft request,
Where beauty hides a deeper truth,
In the quiet of the twilight's rest.
Soon, the whispers will fade away,
And the bridge will hold one more soul,
For in its arms, dreams find their end,
As one leaps, finding peace in the fall.
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Canvas of Emotions: Painted in Poetry
PoetryCanvas of Emotions: Painted in Poetry is a powerful collection of poems that explores the depths of human experience, from the shadows of despair to the light of resilience. Each poem is a brushstroke on the canvas of the soul, capturing the raw and...
