Between distant shores and fractured lands,A bridge arises, built by unseen hands.No stone, no steel, no timber in sight,But verses woven, glowing with light.Each word a thread, delicate yet strong,Binding together where hearts belong.In languages varied, in voices unique,Peace finds its echo, inclusion speaks.The rhyme softens the clash of the tide,Drawing together those worlds that divide.Through metaphors, truths quietly unfold,Uniting the weary, the timid, the bold.Poetry, the bridge where all may meet,Crossing divides with rhythmic feet.Its span—endless, its essence pure,A refuge of hope, where love may endure.Let the ink flow, let the stanzas sing,Let the bridge carry the world's healing spring.For poetry, a bond that none can sever,A bridge to peace, forever and ever.
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