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2d
The bridge
Gently cross over the wooden bridge
You have places to go
The bridge has to be there for every passer-by
Dawn to dusk, weathered, not yet to dust
Into the forest deep,
where the rivers rumble and roar
and sing lullabies
Sarita Aditya Verma
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Sarita Aditya Verma  49/F/Pune, India
(49/F/Pune, India)   
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