I have seen the longest swing bridge
And the deepest flowing stream underneath,
Anyhow I have to cross that I know.
But how can I let go my loved ones?
The attachment is a suffering that I know,
But they all grabbed me and I have no strength
And the know-how to let loose the massive knot.
Though it's an inferno yet I feel the coolness of souls.
Sad in any language or culture. But also very worthy of a ten as well. Take care. Wishing you a better tomorrow, As always, Sandra
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You express you pain with such clarity and poignancy - the swing bridge is a perfect metaphor for its vastness. To find the loving detachment - how difficult it always is. A sad and honest poem. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxx