Can we meet at the bridge?
Will you promise to be there?
Your eyes are like diamonds
shining in the sun.
Clouds drift away, and
raindrops stop.
You rise like a flame
on the mountaintop.
I am like silver, and
you are like gold.
I am like silver, and
you are like gold.
On the mountaintop
you rise like a flame
and the raindrops stop and
clouds drift away.
You shine like the sun.
Your eyes are like diamonds.
Will you promise to be there?
Can we meet at the bridge?
by Javier, 9th grade
gautami
That wishful thinking.
Thanks for sharing this.
Tammy
Robin, that was so moving and full of longing. I hope he gets his wish and keeps writing.
thisgirlremembers
Oh, heart-achingly lovely. What a way with words this young man has.
Tumblewords
He writes like one who knows loss and hope.