As the young lady walked alone across
The haunted bridge, she was soon surrounded
By ghosts and fairies. Of great love and loss
They seemed to whisper. Awe, fear and dread,
The young lady felt all, at the same time.
But the odd, other worldly creatures meant
Her no harm. They only pointed to signs
And ways that our cynical world neglects.
For fleeting fashions come and go just like
The wind, but the human condition
Remains. And after that warm, fateful night,
The young lady, about her position
In life, become much wiser, and fondly
Recalled, the strange things that helped her to see.
I would like to share this poem to my blog as we’re doing a series on haunted bridges. Great one and a fitting one. 🙂
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Thanks…yes, sounds like a great idea!
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Thanks…great idea!
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