WITHOUT NAMES

Their names are unknown to us, Who is watching for them, who is crying for them, Having lost my home, the war hurts, The heart in them is more intense and more patient. I'm scared if everything is on fire, If ruins, death before ochima? In a terrible battle, it is important to wash your skin, І in the skin of them - behind the shoulders. A world unknown to us and forgotten, All their wounds, all their words of farewell, The stinks are soldiers who lay down their lives, For our sake, a peaceful world. Let us pray for them without names, For a little share of light, simple. In the hour of terrible joy and loss, so bitter, And without names they are heroes for us! Anna Tsarevska, 10 roki Kolyadivka