No. I am not going there.
Only the sky knows why.
The sky is watching us,
or some of us.
The sky is punishing some of us,
and washes off the rest, with the rain.
I am unlike many
still to go further.
At least I have seen the sea.
It surely was worse for the others.
Vida Nenadic
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem