Wooden Bridge

Phantoms on the other side
Brushing me as they go past;
Secrets of the wooden bridge,
Ghostly and aghast

Ancient times that none recall,
In the long forgotten wood;
Shades of disappearing worlds,
Long parades we’d all see
If we could

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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