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My America

— Luciana Stoicescu-Vaughan

I feel sorry for you, America!

Since we met each other

Our destinies merged

And seemed so much alike.

Never for better but

Always and steady for worse.

Looking at you

I can see myself

Struggling to conquer

The mission impossible

Of our times.

We are reaching the stage

Hand in hand,

When we will be just memories

Written somewhere in a book

By the generation of wonder

What happened to us

And how we disappeared

In the weird reason

Of the eternal "Once upon a time..."

Oh, beautiful land,

The hope of the many

And dream of the dreamers!

I silently cry in your sorrow

Daring to wish in my heart

An unexpected and better turn

For tomorrow.

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