Bridge
A #poetry thread
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i.
I walk where pillars cool the air,
where sunlight seeps as aging gold.
Above, peaked arches, pair on pair,
repeat their curves like tales retold.
They stand, a bridge that’s hewn of stone,
narthex to apses, then to now.
Each span leads on to altar throne
with gilded sconces on its brow.
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