Our friendship is a bridge
without a parapet, small and staggering
where underneath flows a river of doubt
A bridge of which some have fallen and drowned
Weak in the knees we walk step by step
slowly but anxiously we move forward
If this bridge will carry you, it will carry me too
but if you fall down, I'll fall down with you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well penned poem. Simply excellent...10++