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Crossing Bridges

Arriving through the pasture|

The willows creep|
Eyes scrutinise the prey|
Running between pebbles|
Callous feet stomp the mother's seeds|
Careless|

Carefree|

Long to be|
Within meadows the clouds weep|
Seeking forgiveness form negligence|
Humbled by noises giving their reverence|
Impervious to storms|

We run|
Mountains cross bridges|
Jumping across streams|
And gleaming|

They reveal Hornbeams|
The smile trekking gaps|
Filtering smudge|
Clearing screens|
What is to become|

Could have already been|
Hunching before the path|
Tracks on the sides clear forested lands|
Blending combinations|
Morphing to one complication|
Problems drown out solutions|
Before we find the fruit|
We slowed to rest for the night|

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