The snow is lying very deep.
My house is sheltered from the blast.
I hear each muffled step outside,
I hear each voice go past.
But I'll not venture in the drift
Out of this bright security,
Till enough footsteps come and go
To make a path for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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This would be the sentiment for most of us. Loved this poem for its simplicity and for speaking to millions.