The Bridge Over Danforth
Over its shores, western side: the bright city lights
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...