Okay - everything,
The oil, the salt,
The water, the sky.
Everything is okay,
And yet, we are worried.
What to say about
The life here,
We are not cleared.
The spring is crying
At out threshold,
We are not able to
Returned so far.
But you said,
It is all okay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem