Vorochta 5

Where Dreams Are Dreamt.

A Gentle Breeze

yumado | March 8, 2010

The land laid still,
The earth, the trees were undisturbed.
The village cried out for freedom.
What hope had they to live?
Occupied armies carried on as they pleased.
As the soldiers

The Steppe Father

yumado | February 4, 2010

Brothers lost,
Lands soaked in blood,
Sometimes I forget why I go on.
Riding through the steppes,

Condensation Nuclei

yumado | November 5, 2009

Sitting in the steppes,
Absorbing nature’s tears,
I look up and see the moon,
Thinking hope is just over the horizon.