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The bridge

A bridge 

separates the two worlds

one with all colours 

the other one sucked with no colours 

 

a bridge 

Separates the two emotions 

one lost in happiness 

one lost without any happiness 

 

a bridge 

separates the desires 

and the necessities 

One with  running behind 

The other chasing it’s dream 

 

 

Below the bridge 

a soul reaper lives 

watching the soul 

switching between the two 

 

 

when the world 

shall collapse 

alas 

a new door shall open 

all curiosities shall die 

and eerie silence shall reign 

 

 

alas 

the two worlds seem separated 

a merchant resides on the bridge 

a traveller lives on the bridge 

who wishes to hold the two 

cause no two sides of coin holds 

there is one 

and only one 

in which both happiness and grief resides 

the roses and thorns  dwell 

and the soul lives above the soul reaper 

grinning and smirking at the soul reaper 

telling the tales of mountains and valleys 

he goes through day and night