Poetry from Charos Ismoilova

Saving the Aral Sea

It dripped, slowly and gradually,

We didn’t know until it was too late.

It dried up, disappeared, changed, went away,

The Aral Sea evaporated.

Dust filled the airways,

Salt rose, we were left alone.

Even ten percent was barely saved,

The Aral Sea evaporated.

Countries united to help,

They planted saxaul, to cover the damage.

No matter what big countries do,

It is in our hands to save the Aral Sea.

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