five thousand
two hundred
thirty seven steps
to the edge of the
river cliff
a long way up
and a longer way
down
and all the boats
look like pale leaves
in a stagnant stream
and on and on
and all the world
begs for
one
more
step
Like the image of the boats looking like pale leaves... A contemplative write Ben, Justine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Compact poem that conveys a lot of meaning