The cracks that split this path we walk,
And the holes that hold yesterday's puddles,
We start our journey here,
On this Sidewalk.
We tiptoe around the twigs that fell
From the beautiful trees that shade us above
On this Sidewalk.
And when dawn breaks,
and the light shines on our backs,
On this sidewalk,
I'll lift my hands to yours,
and we'll walk as one,
On this cracked Sidewalk.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
On this sidewalk, I'll lift my hands to yours, and we'll walk as one, i wonder who yours refers to. i score it good, at least. thanks for sharing. ;)