the other side

a weathered cobblestone bridge

dripping with lush foliage

on either side 

appears quite charming

and despite being in disrepair

has managed to hold steady 

thousands of wandering feet

have stepped across it

oblivious and ungrateful

for having stood on its crumbling reach

in hopes of visiting the other side

as the rain pours a hammering chisel

and the sun beats heartlessly cracking

once sturdy foundations

many a stone will be cast aside 

no longer able to reach out

a once great arch

held true with abutments

will cease to care

that it was once part of two

places quietly meeting

and the many who journeyed

over it will lose their way

not knowing the difference

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[Unspoken poet]

as the rain pours a hammering chisel
and the sun beats heartlessly cracking
once sturdy foundations
many a stone will be cast aside

LOVE this part, this to me is kind of deep, I like the writing style, and the descriptiveness. awesome write.