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Poem

Mehrdad Fallah

Of this bridge

These bridges are no bridge dear
they bow and
          send us from one solitude
to another

Even as time passes and
         we grow closer
the air too becomes a wall over here
in these wet streets
a broken sobbing
                       seeps down the sewers

and I collapse as I arrive
at the intersection of shadows
and my dishevelled voice
does not reach yours

Of this bridge

Of this bridge

Close

Of this bridge

These bridges are no bridge dear
they bow and
          send us from one solitude
to another

Even as time passes and
         we grow closer
the air too becomes a wall over here
in these wet streets
a broken sobbing
                       seeps down the sewers

and I collapse as I arrive
at the intersection of shadows
and my dishevelled voice
does not reach yours

Of this bridge

These bridges are no bridge dear
they bow and
          send us from one solitude
to another

Even as time passes and
         we grow closer
the air too becomes a wall over here
in these wet streets
a broken sobbing
                       seeps down the sewers

and I collapse as I arrive
at the intersection of shadows
and my dishevelled voice
does not reach yours
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