Facing what I didn't know,
the canyon ahead was wide
My bridge half built on doubt and fear
with nowhere left to hide
Looking down I saw the past
looking up all questions why
But straight ahead an Angel waits
—with wings for me to fly
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September,2018)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Superb! This poem gives wings to the readers!