I passed all the nine bridges
on my walk
counting them
never crossing a single one
downstream and up
with no intention
to drown
in someone's well of pity
the smell of the river
pushing me forward
like the wind
that blows
in the small gap
between summer and fall
the season of true hope
never said I was alone
in this
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