In the distance
the church
a tiny toy
almost covered
in snow
here my footprint
looming large
in front of me
the next step
(not yet taken)
still invisible.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Miles to go before I sleep..and yet, that one step...not taken? Fear, pain, longing, love holding us back...the invisible hand holding our coat tails...