The mild breeze rustled her hair,
As tiny smile played on her lips.
Standing by the river, reminiscing,
The memories always left a tear behind.
She saw a distant light,
Shining like crystals hidden afar.
Like pearls beneath,
The pristine pure water of the river.
‘If the stars above wish,
we would meet here again.’
The words echoed in her ears,
His voice etched clear in her memory.
She unfisted her palm,
Revealing a stone,
A wish whispered to,
and hidden safe in it.
She held the stone close to her chest,
Took a deep breath,
Threw it in the river,
All her hopes tied to it.
Land and water away,
At another fag end of the river,
The water splashed and circled,
One more stone drifting deep beneath.
There were hundreds of stones,
Small and big, black or white,
But all carrying a secret,
A wish hoping to be fulfilled.
Spring passed taking away its very own scent,
Followed Summer with all the shine,
And then came Autumn,
Shedding all the leaves and their guards with it,
Arrived winter, locking everyone behind doors.
The stones knew no summer nor winter,
For they held the wishes to their heart.
When the sun came out after very long,
Everything cracked along the frozen lake.
With every tiny crack,
The rocks set off gliding.
Up and higher they traveled,
Yet never apart.
Together they rose on the river,
Connecting all the ends,
A bridge it was , that rose,
All the wishes holding it in place.
A bridge for hearts to travel,
A bridge for hands to meet,
A bridge for the years to come,
A bridge for love!
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