A bridge I saw, and upon its floor, I walked, I trembled, I shook.
A fragile little bridge I saw, a bridge of rope, wire and hope,
But hope not enough to cross.
Stuck in the middle, crumbling and tumbling into a bottomless pit I fall,
Falling, falling, down into nothing,
An eternity of darkness and thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Of course wonderful thought and expression mingled together, .....idea still creeps into mind...thanks