The Bridge of War
On a bridge of war, winds command leaves to brawl
Winds from two separate lands that rest on one earth
They make green leaves burn to a red cluster everywhere around
Walk to the end of the bridge, the only path it leads to is death
The winds can untie the ropes and drop the bridge,
But still command the leaves to fight at rock bottom
Copyright © Arastu Goyal | Year Posted 2023
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