Midnight, the water
running between us,
frigid the air –
despondent the heart
whose selfish outburst
destroyed the bridge
to your love.
(Twitter poems @Vjknutson)
Midnight, the water
running between us,
frigid the air –
despondent the heart
whose selfish outburst
destroyed the bridge
to your love.
(Twitter poems @Vjknutson)
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Nice description of not so nice happening.
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Thanks Betty.
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Nice, V.J. Bridges can connect or disconnect.
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Sure can. Thank you.
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WOW–again, succinct and powerful!
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Ouch! (Been there …)
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Lol…pretty sure we all have.
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Good thing bridges can be repaired.
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I’ll say. Thanks Heather.
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Welcome!
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