Reaching out and yet remaining,
Just outside where my world begins,
Never stepping in,
Never actually stepping away either.
Will you for ever maintain
This wonderful balance between what is
And what could be?
Will you forever stay near and yet so far.
Someday if I reach out to hold on,
Will I find you standing there?
March 25
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem