An enchanted bridge no longer sides walled
overgrown a part of nature a lingering link
between more than two river banks galled
being separated by the waters, like buttermilk.
'One bank wooded the other a wild meadow
are singing to each other eternally wooing.'
Come across and sojourns here a while - echo!
On the bridge, they meet honeymooning.
Reproducing wildflowers and Pine cone trees
they're like two heavens emerging lost in beguile.
The enchanted bridge is like a gaping smile
reflected upwards from, the waters muddy lees
ah, how it is that many opposites attract
and establish ways in which to interact.
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