Alocaus Nuin

Crossing this bridge,
follow through this twilight,
beset by unknowns as to where it is headed,
such a thing gives glimpses,
like perpetual feelings of closeness,
to those that have come and gone.

In an endless escapade,
over this bridge, is the unbelievable,
with the vanishing rays of a sun that has set,
like ephemeral bells tolling in mists,
among the hills and mountains,
now made of concrete and light.
Nearth179 Nearth179
Apr 16, 2013