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A Bridge of Hope


Empty

An empty household-

quiet as a graveyard night

with cobwebs abound.

Crying

A thunderous rain-

I'm crying out, tears soundless

as faith dissipates.

Lost

A crowded hallway-

searching but to no avail.

I cannot be found.

Bridge

The chilled, timeworn bridge-

thoughts have been misguided, but

tradition stands firm.

Running

A chilling forest-

I'm running to disappear;

then, I see the Tree.

Hillside

The other hillside-

sounds of laughter and singing,

though one way remains.

Strings

A melody plays-

the sound of strings brings peaceful

music to my soul.

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