holding hands..
best friends..
we bid
goodbye..
river
and i..
and vow to meet
in one last end
Skies overcast
i cross
the bridge..
eye sees
him sit
across the place
the river now
flows down
his face..
i hear
the whisper
My dear child..
the eyes
are yours..
tears
are mine…
you think
you cry..
sorrow
is mine..
I can see
your plight..
you cant
see mine..
I build
a bridge..
you sit
across..
I try
to cross..
you build
a wall..
separating us
with
orange robes
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