With Bridges and women there are no dead ends
When they are there
They connect two alien worlds
In length of one ward
Give wings
To useless carts
In halts
In Between two shores
Pale lives
In linger
Into blossom of dreams
Over doubts
In gaps
They hold golden spans
Thin lines
In elegant
Of horizon
Links
See where heaven meets
Earth in between times
To bridge lives
Bridge culture
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