Bridge Walking
walking the tightrope along the bridge,
highbeams shine from passing cars,
she shines brighter,
giving the Earth a dim glow,
one step follows another,
never knowing if the other end will be reached,
the city below slumbers,
unawares of the show that may go on.
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