As the smell of the sea travels up on land
the town square and its people stand
facing a young girl with a headscarf
 
The sun has never been brighter
This is as warm as it gets
in a Scandinavian small town
 
An occasional passer-by
wonders why people cry
on such a sweet and salty summers day
 
These long and bright days
seemed even longer for some
in July, two thousand and fourteen
 
As the smell of the sea travels up on land
the town square and its people stand
facing a Palestinian flag surrounded with flowers

I find it hard
to give
what is needed

yet easy
to give
what is needless

… that was when I realized
you are not the only one
you are not the one
​
you are just one