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The Bridge

Sunset showed us paradise
Right here, on this bridge.
It was where he had learnt to walk...
But never realized the pain
Of falling and not finding a hand.
It was here where 'she' had happened to him
But he never realized the pain
In smiling, at an incurable disease.
It was here where a boy had
Once brought flowers for his dream;
It was here where his reality had
Walked over them without looking back;
It was here where autumns had seemed beautiful
It was here here the autumns turned pale
And it was here where rains
Had suddenly turned compassionate one night
Everything but the bridge changed;
It stands the same way, a patient witness...
And this bridge, he believes so,
Shall recognize him even today as the boy
Who had seen the true colour of sunset.

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