Chapter 3

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Continue on my journey, a bridge coming to.

Crossing over a bleak river, to lead where? I never knew.

Following the stone bridge, looking into murky waters.

Seeing a reflection to which the ripple slaughters.


Stopping at the edge, bending over the low wall,

Gazing through faded thoughts, making me feel small.

When the ripples fade away, and I look in search of my face,

Instead I see my brother, the source of my long chase.


A shine in those familiar black eyes, shining like dark rounded coins,

But not a smile does he wear, nor does a look of joy join.

Instead a face of slightly paled, skin young and plump.

Once lively features now darkened in a slump.


My eyes widen and so does his, as I peer in closer,

Only to realize that the water's creating my reflective poser.

As I drag my black eyes away from the murky view,

I look ahead to the end of the bridge, scattered in evening dew.


Though I wish to cry, I remain silent and go on,

My legs moving mechanically, the river soon gone.

Yet, I think back to it's murky waters once again and my thoughts scream loud,

"But did the rush and waves of the river ever make a sound?"

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