A BRIDGE HIDDEN

There is a bridge hidden
where dense shadows of green
during daylight play hide and seek
and the trees whose mission it is to seek
wherever sunbeams freak out in the meadows, out in the lakes
and covetously hide the trace
of the sun's lingering face...
they have taken this bridge under their leafy wings.
but the secret is betrayed by the rippling lake. there the reflection shines, invites,
come joyously, come fearlessly,
step on into the shadows.
There is safety as you walk across,
walk across the bridge.
Hidden truths cannot be hidden long,
else they become lies.

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