midnight in the garden of peace

midnight in the garden of peace
Freedom, hearing whose sounds, the wall
of darkness in silence is bound to be broken down, then
wearing feathers of birds, hopes and dreams fly to the high
singing the songs of the sky, celebrating the rhythm of
freedom
"Bridge"
My most favorite man made is
Bridge
I have faith on all the bridges
On which the people came and go
From one bank to another
Along with them their customs
Civilization and cultures are
Abridged
Standing on a bridge
Leaning against the railing
I like to see me in the mirror of the river
Sometimes I enjoy the race of cockboats
Of midge
another time spreading fishing nets towards the
edge
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