The Day London Bridge Fell down
Now the task is to build it up again. what a pain
The Day London Bridge Fell down
A trembling crack, a sudden shift,
The river stirred, the heavens lift.
No sound, no scream, no final plea,
Just the bridge sinking silently.
Each stone, once firm, now lost, betrayed,
The weight of centuries slowly swayed.
A task to build it up again.
When bridges fall, it’s such a pain
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (4)
Awesome
Hahahaha- so good!
Amazing
Great poem! I can’t believe the London bridge fell down! Great work!