The Old Bridge

This tiny old bridge

With red fences

People cross it all day long

Rain or sun shine

It remembers me the old days

When the first time you kissed my lips

And I closed my eyes

With a slow gentle wind caresses my hair

You have been  long gone

And never comes back

And I still keep my words

Waiting for you here

Unfortunately, the time doesn't want to comprehend

Just keep  fling

Making my hope down

Whitening my hair and  eventually loose

At the edge of this old bridge

I looked at the empty  gray sky

With a blur  sight

Filled with my tears rolling down my cheeks