Our Tacoma Narrows Bridge Poem by KunJung Hsiao

when love came,
we crossed the barriers of distance
to build our Tacoma narrows bridge.
We connected our loves,
and then we had the common nature frequency.

That's a beautiful suspension bridge,
show off our gorgeous appearance,
we didn't need to communicate,
when we were busy.

Just a little whisper
can shake our bridge.
we disdained to do some extra reinforcement,
Believed that our love was strong enough
to enjoy the stimulus of Galloping Gertie.

On that day
the wind was noisier than usual,
suspicion became the gust of 42-mile-per-hour
but we didn't feel strange.

Our bridge collapsed
caused by aeroelastic flutter,
Not just a structural factor that we thought.
We were seriously injured and lost love in this crash.

Dear,
when we give up communication,
disasters usually come from
details that we overlook.