With open arms,
It is true,
We are here arm in arm.
We have one air,
One water,
One light,
One sky.
It is true we are
Trying to fly,
And everything we find here
Within arm's reach.
And we find nothing
At arm's length.
And we have so many arms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem