• Published : 23 Apr, 2015
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We've left behind our childhood homes of fancy,

Woven in silken slips of midsummer dreams.

 

We've brought with us our toughened hearts,

Chipped and shaken, marred in bits; echoing silenced screams.

 

We carry with us many-hued memories,

Lofty ideals, bent out of shape, but still standing firm.

 

We still speak of exploring unseen wonders of the world,

Adventures and fresh discoveries, with each new step we turn.

 

So now that we've reached that bridge, 

beyond which,

we know not,

lies what new lands.

 

We'll cross that bridge,

when we come to it.

Will you meet me in the middle and

Hold my hands?

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