Cross this bridge
called Distance
Paint it into Nothingness
and mere Space
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Come lift your hand And cross the air And join to mine We are a pair; And twist about And pirouette, I am a fulcrum On the net; And dance with me Across the land Your grace has style Across the span You dip, I bow, I stand, You move, As dancers, We can yet improve.
friendship bonds. I like it. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
Lovely poem Cynthia - very inspired.