Journey
It wasn’t too long ago…
On the mountain cliff,
the Horse shoe shape steel hangs 70 ft out,
Like a pier extend into the sea.
Both ends anchored deep into the rock.
The clear glass walkway molds into the shape.
The wind moans under the glass railing.
Sun casts a long shadow, as
the winding river follows its course below.
…fresh memories still linger in my mind.
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