I held your hand and it was cold,
I felt the warmth when words were told.
right over the river that keeps us apart,
O' old bridge , you have my heart.
You sway with the river when you get old,
You hold the countless stories ,untold ,
You count my steps , you are a piece of art,
when there are too many , you fall apart
you stand still we come and go,
you are Full metal, from head to toe,
But you have a heart which melts all day,
Wonder , if you get a voice , what will you say.
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NP / 2019 , 1 May
