Bridge Light Poetry
I opened the window
And let the light in.
The first day of spring proof
Those brighter days are ahead.
The trees are taller than roof.
As a reader,
I trust in the next chapter.
I am the author
And the main character.
Why? – When flowers bloom,
So does hope.
My hope was wrapped in music
And artistic lyrics.
It was listened by ears
But went straight to the heart.
Music and dancing therapy
Bridge light my poetry.
Tomshinsky@2026
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