Two Friends on a Bridge

Side-by-side, We stood upon the little bridge,
And gazed into the flowing tide,
The swirling eddies below.

Arm-in-arm,
We leaned over the weathered rail
And watched the changing, liquid charm
Of a pale winter sunset.

The river,
Frozen in eternal motion,
With scarcely a crest or quiver,
Forever poured between the rocks.

We stood there,
In companionable silence,
And watched the sunset’s fading glare
As we shared our deepest thoughts.

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