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Friday, February 5, 2016

FF: It Shall rise

PC: Erin Leary
I travelled to the God’s own country
A place with a beautiful history

Locals say there is a golden bridge beneath
Now covered with leaves and moss, looking like sheath

As legend says, this bridge shall rise
The day the moon is high and bright are the skies

Here was where he had asked her to wait
Years passed & he was lost to fate

She waited here every night
The bridge shall rise when the sailor & his lover unite

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers


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