Who Are You, Girl? Poem by Liza Sud

- Who are you, girl? It is dangerous to stay here!
What attracted you to the broken bridge over the dead river?
Cover with your small palm your surprised eyes,
or a severe hard ray will burn them blind!

Who are you, little girl in a white cotton dress?
In this world there is no air, no land, no water...
Where are you from here? You've got some business?
Get out as quickly as possible, until you meet a misfortune!