Crossing the Bridge

Crossing the bridge
   I love you
There are strange smells in the wind
   Grey flowers and orange leaves
We are never more together
Than on that balcony
The private stare
   in the public glance
And I can weather any storm
While you attempt to be consoled
By the fates that brought us together.


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