Every bridge I make ,I burn down.
I blow them up ,with a giant boom sound..
Then; there is always a feeling of loss.
Yes , it is my fault that there is no way to Cross.
London Bridge went from town to town.
Then during war it came crumbling down.
I am my own War. My own worst enemy.
A lesson that I have not learned ,yet ,this century.
I am filled with so many regrets.
I try to rebuild ; but usually the other side still frets.
Now I am forced to build a new bridge. To a different and new town.
That bridge too will one day come crumbling down.
Every bridge we build will fall. The truth is;
There is not always a way to rebuild that bridge.
I hope I can rebuild that bridge. I hope. I hope. I hope….
If there is no bridge to be found ;I promise I shall throw you a rope.
Peace and love Laurelin 🌻