There had been much rain in the upland and the river ran
full and strong, so forceful that a pillar, on the old bridge,
broke off and half of it fell down.
Misty night when a bus crossed the bridge, plunged down
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This poem reaches deeper into a tragedy and how soon it seems to be forgotten and the same disaster bridge become like a place for play. In a way, the wisdom inside the poem is touching my heart