Bridge (wings2fly2heaven)
Bridges crossed
By guarded dreams
O're passive water
Above surging streams
In timbered skies
Of graying sets
Praying limbs
The heavens met
Bridges suspended
Yet held our weight
Walked as one
Found our fate
Our wooded mile
Each step in line
Covered still
As we bridged time
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