Like sand
held in my hands,
I know I've squeezed too tight.
Grain by grain you'll drift away,
and with the wind take flight.
I'll keep
my hands wide open.
I am stepping to the side,
so that when you look about you
your space is open wide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good imagery put in words.....