of thoughts loom
before me I am
but in the foothills
hours days weeks
of hard steady climb
stretch out before me
in acclimatization
before my footsteps
traverse the roof
of the world
attempt summits
of highest peaks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's funny how I can't stop reading :) in each of your poems, their is something discreet, or at least, brief, yet you explain in a complex way at the same time. I love this!