"Irpin is on the doorstep of Kyiv.
A haven for families before the war.
In a red coat for four weeks.
In a street of the leafy town.
Lying where she’d been trampled once.
Under the wheels of ‘orcs’ armoured vehicles.
In a red coat for four weeks.
Not once but over and over again..."(Kurama)
Kurama (Japan). «A poet in Sviatohirsk» — a poem about the russian invasion of Ukraine in 2022
"For the passion to the skies.
The Sviatohirsk Lavra ablaze.
A wooden monastery.
All Saints Monastery.
Prayers engulfed.
Upon Holy Hill..."(Kurama)
"‘Orcs’ captured the land.
‘Orcs’ captured, but she’s back to.
‘Orcs’ captured the land.
From her native Mariupol almost to ‘Mordor’.
She miraculously returned to Kyiv through ‘Gandalf the Green’.
She smiles and doesn’t let go of her grandpa.
So that no one would kidnap her anymore.
The most precious thing with her is her dad’s mobile phone.
This is the only thing she has left from her dad..."(Kurama)
"Where am I coming?
It’s a wrong road.
Shot and burnt.
Familiar cars need familiar faces.
Where am I coming?
It’s a wrong road.
Twisted and crumbled away.
Familiar fences need familiar faces..."(Kurama)
"Pinning shadows against walls.
Raise me up. Raise me up.
Feeling the breathing of fire blazes.
Raise me up. Raise me up.
Creeping frozen darkness up on me.
Warm me up. Warm me up.
Leading flames on my own.
Warm me up. Warm me up."(Kurama)
"Welcome home, dear sunshine.
A gracious smile. Yes, I’m alive.
Welcome home, dear sunshine.
Deep in the sky. Yes, I’m alive.
Welcome home, dear sunshine.
Long absence. Yes, I’m alive...."(Kurama)
"For a moment of life,
For a moment of death,
A poet left already love for home.
For a moment of peace,
For a moment of fight,
A poet left already Lviv for Luhansk.
For a moment of smile,
For a moment of sigh,
A poet left already love for home."
(Kurama)
"Bleeding. Freeing.
Willing. Mariupol.
Homeland.
Port town.
Remain.
The only one for me.
Bleeding. Freeing.
Shielding. Mariupol..."(Kurama)
"The morning sunshine is sparkling
and pouring into his house.
A direct shell hit the roof
and scattered rubbles all over.
But could not succeed
to stop a 300-year-old poet.
Going for a moonlight
stroll in Skovorodynivka"(Kurama)
Kurama (Japan). «A poet in Lysychansk» — a poem about war in Ukraine 2022 (video, author's singing)
"Red-brick and stone walls.
Blue sky and a white cloud.
The glory of the heritage.
Survived two world wars.
Black smoke poured out.
Red flames blazed up.
Through a targeted shelling.
In the school of hard knocks..."(Kurama)