On a clear day

I am a living bridge

over the Forever

The river that follow flowers

from Lake Pure to the Sea of Love

On one end I touch the rocky Neverland

underneath my apron is a shelter

for the homeless reader

My other arm touches the wetlands of Plenty

Under me await a barge

that lulls new lovers

From my post I can flag

the bird of liberature

for a ride in the air

On a clear day

you can see the night

Here life thrives unabridged

All passes and all returns

on one side or another

of whatever the arches care to teach

From a ridge or a beach

all will smile to you

when on a clear day

like me you see all

the way to tomorrow

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