Good Friday night to you all. I posted this on here once before but I have made a change or two and am posting it again. So if you’re in the mood, go ahead and read it again. And if you are feeling especially motivated, let me know what you think.

I stand beneath this crumbling bridge
An echo from the past
And ponder who has come before
A matey or a lass.
Did they cross this bridge
With hopes held high
With dreams of far off lands
A soldier on his way to war
Two lovers hand in hand.
I stand beneath this crumbling bridge
It’s brackets Worn and old,
It seems to bow before me,
It’s secrets still untold.
Standing still I faintly hear
A whisper or the wind,
Maybe those who’ve gone before
Are coming home again.
I stand beneath this crumbling bridge,
Drinking in its glory,
And if I listen closely,
I hear it’s untold story.

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2 thoughts on “Untold Stories

  1. Hi. Well i really like this one. I feel like it’s what i would state right now….. 🙂 U are amazing and I really enjoy your blog

    1. I don’t know why but this is one of my favorites as well. I am new to blogging, only about a month old, so I am very glad to hear that you enjoy what I have written so far. Thank you

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