Under the Bridge
Lonely in the cold firmly I stand
Gripping the ground without having a hand
Waters that dragged me away from my land
Today drench my thirst without a demand
With petals like wings, but still cannot fly
I reach to the sun that shines high in the sky
Waiting the day that this land will run dry
Under the bridge where someday I will die
Copyright © Randy Hernandez | Year Posted 2020
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