Paper Bridges
Some escape across paper bridges
through a bluish rain
weighted by hasty decisions
chasing that mist called sanity,,,
others remain-chipping plaque from souls
rooting gemstones from smolder
sowing hard clay into gardens of stone.
Either way you play it
it's always going to rain
may as well take a sip
splash about
inhale the good
filter the bad..
in the meantime, don't forget to live.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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