By: Khaiam Yousof

and this land is covered with yellow and blue flowers dancing in the wind.
Can you hear laughter echoing through the empty streets of Kharkiv and Odesa, instead of the screams of bombs and the howling of rockets?

Imagine we are not in Dnipro or Luhansk,
that the war is far away, and the sound of gunfire here is just a distant memory. Look—the stars still shine over Mariupol,
as if to tell us we are not without light,
that this land, these silent homes, are still alive.

Stay with me, even if the bitterness of days
falls like a shadow over the streets of Zaporizhzhia and Donetsk, even if the roar of destruction can be heard
from Vinnytsia to Chernihiv.

Dance with me among the ruins, sing with me through the fire, for maybe, just maybe, our kiss in this devastation
will become the last song of hope.

Look at me—
for in this ash, in your eyes, I still see the dream of a free Kyiv, I still believe that one day, on a land reborn in green,
under the clear skies of Odesa and Kharkiv, we will laugh again,
for a resurrected Ukraine.