The Bridge by Marina Zrnic©

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It was given to us,

the gift of one year time

of peace and calm mornings,

blackbirds singing.

It was given to us at last,

a small snug flat in the same street

where honey and birds are sold

where we read books and work and make love.

When you have walked through the valley of hell,

only then it is when you find the ultimate happiness

in everyday rituals,

you need nothing else than to live and drink coffee.

I am walking on the edge of a tall stone bridge.

I am aware that water can take me away

any moment, any time.

I just want us to be alive and old side by side.

I just want the water to take us away together.

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