Nonrhyming
No-Man's-Land
Sep 2002
Three sorts of cross in this one!
They met
everyday
on the bridge
and looked down on the river that
separated their countries and their lives.
Then she would go back
to her side,
and he to
his, but
one day
she didn't
come, which
made him cross.
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