Building A Bridge

I stood on the other side of the fog covered stream.

I stood there, breathing in the scent of flowers

That grew on the other side of the stream. 

Then you came, thatwas the moment I waited for

You came to plant those flowers

The flowers which were my favourite.

The thick fog that covered the stream

Didn’t let me look at your beautiful smile,

Didn’t let me look at your eyes.

I stood there helplessly, hopeless.

And you were there on the other side

Not losing hope.

You were there building a bridge.

You were there building a bridge that would bring you to me.

You were there building a bridge of fragrance.Image

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