Under the bridge

The strings om
the bow arches
no one below.
That way danger awaits… they say

She meets a stranger
they leave…
it’s all for me.

White blanket falling to pieces
over the smoking raging lion.

I find myself looking at the sky above
I want to leave, I want to go

The strings om…

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