The Bridge

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    The Bridge
    the horizon lifts the moon to uncertain heights
    give unto to the beauty of design
    stillness yet movement all in one
    walking on water but not getting wet
    Dreams are subconscience ways of spirit
    that lead to ways of hope and asperations

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Deedot’s Poems (15)

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