(c) The Silence by Victor Bregeda

You took my hand,

You led me to the bridge,

You showed me river, water, funny clouds,

The midnight sky burning with five thousand candles,

Lady Moon’s crooked smile

And far away across the water,

The glowing lights:

Red, blue, yellow, and green…

A city full of possibilities.

“If there is something you must tell me, tell me now,” you said,

rolling your hair around your finger.

I looked at you, you looked at me

You smiled, I smiled,

And then I said

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