Bridge 3

The brilliant orange sun radiated over the bridge,
The bridge lay over the river like a passage,
The river snaked around the bridge and under,
So calm were the skies: no lightning or thunder,
The wooden bridge arched over the green land,
There so majestically it did stand.
Surrounded by seas did it remain a wonder,
The sun gleaming through with its splendor.

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