Rickety bridges,
Splintering wood,
Beyond the ridges,
As far as it could.
Lapping waters,
Rushing rivers,
Nothing bothers,
Cold and shivers.
Natural mirrors,
Clean and clear,
Between fissures,
Drops a tear.
Deem it safe,
Trod on the path,
Into the cave,
Where it will last.
Near the tree,
Where it begun,
Now we're free,
And it's all done.
Whipped against,
Huge boulders,
For defense,
We joined shoulders.
Bridges quiver,
Dropping low,
Into the river,
We all go.
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The Silence of My World
PoetryA collection of poems conjured by an amateur writer. A compilation that reflects the writer's thoughts, muses, feelings, and some was spun fictionally. A miscellany of randomness, with a deep meaning, or just a vent poured out of a pained and tortur...
