So, I wrote this poem a while back – a few years back actually. It’s about how I felt on the plane flying here to America for the first time.
To the land of my birth, to my Dame of
old times,
Though the mem’ries may stay, and the
songs may still chime,
I will sing a farewell to my Mistress
of old,
As I wave from a plane at her sunset’s
of gold.
As the last sight of her may pass from my
view,
And my thoughts start to race as to
what will I do,
To my heart I will say, “You will see
her again.”
And to this all my heart will declare, “Yes,
Amen!”
So the tears that I shed are wiped from my
face,
For I know that I’ll once more encounter
her grace.
May her beauty to me be the dawn of
her reign,
As I’ll always remember my home in
Ukraine.
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