Metaphorically you are snow
And most of you is and will be in the sky
When the small patch that you identify as you
melts
There'll always be more of you to come
1 foot on the ground is not the run
You may not know the final destination
Still you are creating your self in unknown ways even in your darkest and worst frustrations.
Go ahead give it your best, this and endless other one more time
You do yours and I'll do mine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem