Old Bridge Knows The Silent River Is Deep Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Old Bridge Knows The Silent River Is Deep
Listening to the whispers at a late night
I try to compose a song with my lonely guitar.
Standing on an old bridge
I gaze at the calm river flows down.
And see Moon floats on the gentle waves.
I write my first few lines;
There the Moon has come down
And the old bridge knows the silent river is deep
But I cannot miss this chance and I strum with a humble plea
Do you hear my clumsy glee?
Lovely. The moon captured in the river, the nostalgic old bridge, the lonely guitar player. May the music never end. Warm regards, Sandra
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4/24/2024 12:49:00 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A burst of youthful exuberance just cannot be stopped, despite the solemn scene you are portraying with such seriousness. Your 'clumsy glee' made such a neat twist to this reflective poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥