A Bamboo Bridge
I was once a bamboo bridge proud to span the rocky chasm with hollow roundness my strength.
A perpetually soaring construction crafted by clever fingers wise in the ways of supple vines, I was bound in beauty that bare soles would polish.
Many feet trusted my passage and where ferns and hemlock clung to cliffs, separated by foaming cascade, I made my triumphant flight in dappled light.
None crossed that didn't take joy in their brief, winged moment. Would that I were that airy bridge again. | |
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