Two different lands,

Separated by a river,

The gap not so wide,

But neither easy to cover,

One grows flowers,

That bloom different colors,

Other grows fruits,

Offering variety of flavors,

Flowers blossom with fragrance,

But that’s only what they provide,

I see there’s a bridge,

Why not try the other side?

There’s something about this place,

It has a certain pull,

So much to eat from,

I’ll never be full,

I’ve tried everything,

Nothing pulls anymore,

I reckon I’m missing,

The place I left before.

I see the bridge again,

Thinking to go through,

The plate is never full,

Could it always be true?

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