The Bridge Over Danforth
Over its shores, western side: the bright city lights
by Phan Thanh gian
Eastern ends with the joyous agora's sight
At the foot of its span, darted by stream of red, yellow fireflies
The tall railing has sprung up - locking many escapees' souls
It could have been a beautiful day of sunshine: the bridge sighs.
Yet, final darkness is all that they could see ahead
Have they considered the time given to them?
Enough time to amend with their past?
Tomorrow, a new day would come: with a gentle soothing breeze...