This World - Aga Zaryan

It appears that it was all a misunderstanding

What was only a trial run was taken seriously

The rivers will return to their beginnings

The wind will cease in its turning about

Trees instead of budding will tend to their roots

Old men will chase a ball, a glance in the mirror

They are children again

The dead will wake up, not comprehending

Till everything that happened will unhappen

What a relief!

Breathe freely, you who suffered much