When you get to the point about bridges,
Is where I would like to get up and leave.
To leave
You, unfinished and incomplete,
Like a canvas of undefined colors
Without their identity, forgotten by the painter.
I have never liked bridges, you know.
More than making me happy
For connecting two views,
They remind me of waters flowing for ages
Underneath them.
Is it this much fun to put a period on
Life and some things like it?
nautical miles - the world in triumphs, in passion; viewed from a million angles.
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