Holodomor
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1 min readJul 30, 2017
Blue sky above a field of grain.
And in the square a little girl
in braided hair stands alone
in grief with hollow, sightless eyes.
Deep thoughts have been taken away
by her pain. Deep calls to deep
and sorrow to sorrow. I would give
her hope but all I have are tears
falling into Lybid’s stream
while hers fill the wide Dnipro.
To support the poet’s benign coffee addiction: Coffee.
Holodomor - murder by famine.
