Blue Sky

Will go up to the sky...

Where the Blues behind...

Just...

There is no sound...

There are no instruments...

Just to live one's own life...

Deeds and Orisons

for the Unknown...

for the Unsung...

for the Unstoried...

What passed?

Without arrow nor sword...

Without hatred nor threat...

Will make an end to Trial...

same...same, but difference

There was nothing...
The beauty was there...
It was there to see...

Horsemanship

Mongolia...Land of Blue-sky