Listening to the whispers at a late night <br />I try to compose a song with my lonely guitar. <br />Standing on an old bridge <br />I gaze at the calm river flows down. <br />And see Moon floats on the gentle waves. <br />I write my first few lines; <br />There the Moon has come down <br />And the old bridge knows the silent river is deep <br />But I cannot miss this chance and I strum with a humble plea <br />Do you hear my clumsy glee?<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-bridge-knows-the-silent-river-is-deep/
