Steps - Poem by Tatjana Stamenkovska
Small and big
quiet or noisy
predictors, that someone is coming
postscript, after somebody leave.
You listen how quiet they resonate in the distance,
and in the same moment guess to whom belong
whose footsteps are hiding behind them
which face will bring ?
Just how much they say about us,
how many of our secrets revealed,
it's is like our feelings echoes in the distance,
our steps tell what the heart is hiding.
With them we are stepping in the world
full with happiness and grief
joy and sad moments
rises and falls..
You have the step in you
who can take you in so far away places,
to walk on ground, voter, and air
and never to stop …
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