Bridges burn roads that link and turn
Lines that pass but never last
Hardened grounds make towns unfound
And yet we ride these roads tides
An endless path to a life that last
These bridges burn yet we fail to learn
Road kill we find but we remain blind
To these signs of crumbling times
As these places pass we remain last
Unseen but there unheard let's hear
Skies make light as these bridges ignite
Far from near but we are here
So see these bridges on fire by inches
Yet life I fail to exhale
By trailing cars and rough tar
We see a bridge or an oil ridge
What I see I take a fear filled fate
A last hello a heart hollow
This bridge I pass my final task
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I would like to translate this poem
nice conceptual metaphor To these signs of crumbling times Excellent symbolistic poem 10/10