Fraught in the middle;
haloed in mist I stand,
this bridge half glass,
for each side I yearn.
Spanning two, the sentries;
water and breath lay under,
contours flow has cast faith,
all that is hope floats under.
Dare I see, ever over now;
grapes bleed the woman,
remembers no yesterday,
while the river cleans today.
Being and ever lost youth;
mirrors truth and missed,
and vanity is driven further in,
who dressed for tomorrow.
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