THE BRIDGE
A slight semblance of modernity
broke the fever - in waves of light
and sound : attached really to nothing,
the old bridge stayed put within its
earthen moorings. Cathedral-like arches
moaned in the wind - all that harp sound
weaving off the wire-rope. Near distances
vaulted with beauty; the most plain, the most
ordinary sights. Everything inclined towards a
purloined vista, something pilfered from another
age. This was the bridge which carried millions.
This is the bridge which spans two worlds.
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