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Upon the Bridge

Poetry By: Arturon Gillespie

Flowing water is fascinating, it encompasses visual elements, coupled with a myriad, of sounds and textures. This poem has audio+text

Submitted:Jun 20, 2014    Reads: 7    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

The Bridge

There is a bridge near my home, where the water flows

I sometimes stand and watch, hoping for rainbows

Its cool and liquid journeying,

I like to listen, to it sing

As it travels, beneath that upon, which I stand

I reach down, and let it caress, my willing hand

Its movement, often silken, sometimes rough

Of this fluid jewel, I can never get enough

I forget, about my troubles, woes, and strife

While being, with this liquid, that is life


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