As she walked down the aisle
A short distance felt like a mile
In a beautiful dress adorned with a smile
With tear twinkling in her eye.
Reminiscing her childhood memories
This bridge would always appease
She always played here in peace
The other end of the bridge an unexplored place.
She herself amused looking at her reflection
In the river like mirror under bridge's midsection
She skipped a stone causing undulation
But the river kept flowing just changed its direction.
She was now prepared to cross the bridge
To the other end which she never did
The aisle a bridge to becoming an adult from a kid
The emotions flowing like the river under the bridge.
JE LEEST
Random Scribblings ✨
PoëzieWords hurt it is said But for me they are an elixir I string those words together to create A healing potion called poetry... Let's heal together and do this thing called life 🌻
