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Cross the Bridge at Sunset

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I crossed the bridge at sunset
The wind blew through my hair
And through the distant plains
I could hear the wind chime sing
It spoke of distant memories
Of war, of love, of change
It spoke of all that it could see
Throughout these weathered days
And though it may be small
Its sound is loud and clear
As I cross this bridge at sunset
It is all I hear




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dancestar said...
Nov. 11, 2011 at 1:27 pm:
tht was really gud...it was short and sweet and was in my opinion very well done...gud job! check out my poems if u have time! :)
 
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