The Bridge
I would flow with the river if I could.
Beached between her shores,
I am trapped.
I would fly with the birds,
but they won’t stop for me.
I see myself in the river.
I am made of stone,
not water,
and I have no wings.
NaPoWriMo Day 26
2015 April PAD Challenge, Day 26
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