We scattered breadcrumbs along the path
For miles and miles
until we forgot where
we’d come from
or where
we were going.
Crossing the wooden planks
of a mossy bridge,
our feet made the hollow sound
of no ground below,
you held my hand
and said
'Be careful not
to slip my dear,
It’s a long way down
And we've wasted our bread
on the birds.
- Froggymama
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