Lift me up on the highest mountain’s frosty peak.
That with the frigid, thin air my lungs may falter.
Finally forcing me to slow….
DOWN
Into the depth of browner eyes than twice the wise wrinkles at the edge of a tree trunks’.
FRAGILE
Like that which I dare not be.
Vulnerable to an nth degree, that threatens to rip through my whole.
Leaving me distraught in my own.
Going back to the beginning where I once stood
With a opportunity to reflect
And never once obliging.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem