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The Bridge Of No Return

Hundred steps I made
From soiled ground to the bridge of cursed shade

Three dungeons of heroic souls
Locked up over four hundred in shoals

Living souls of eddies drilling
Dying breaths of  bodies shrilling

Hidden story of men of courage
To die in Atlantic is sweeter than bondage

Eighteen hundred and three was the year
Freedom is the peal in every man's ear.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2023




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Date: 9/2/2023 5:20:00 PM
I can feel all emotions in this poem. Well done!
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Clifford Villalon
Date: 9/2/2023 8:28:00 PM
Many souls are gone with the wind. So as the ashes that still float in running waters... Thank you for your wonderful soul that shines and gives hope in the hearts of many!

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