Bridge Over Still Waters
Under the colored bridge
still waters ebb and flow
in timeless rhythm,
always knowing of the depths
or shallowness of the bottom.
In its going and coming
perhaps treasures
and memories surface
then suddenly bury
a sparkling stone,
a golden ring,
a promise of life.
Or below it, a murk
of wastes and mud
perhaps hide the bitter tears
of broken hearts
and shattered dreams.
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