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My Homeland,  My Dreamland

My eyes are open, yet cannot quite clearly see,
A blanket of comfort began to take me back,
Back to many years ago when a silver bird,
Flew me to a land seen only in my dreams.

A sudden rush ran through my soul,
I turned, and an angelic face smiled at me,
I was embrased by a voice filled with glee,
Twas an angel who bears the same blood as me.

We drove down roads filled with gravel,
Enjoying every bump stumbled upon,
All of the sudden, a feeling came over me,
Felt like a little white cloud, for I felt so free.

Gazing at so much beauty surrounding me,
Sitting by a beloved, our hands clenched as one,
And as we approached an old and quaint village,
I knew...
It was the grounds my parents once walked upon.

Much time of struggle was endured on my forefather's soil,
Warriors in many battles of freedom to keep their land,
Their faith slowly faded, as defeat struck upon them,
Many went forth to seek another world, for they knew...
it was their destiny.

Yana Petkov
1st March 2016



"Little White Cloud" is an old Bulgarian Folk song that I dearly love.
Throughout my life, I would listen to my mother sing this song
with her angelic voice. She brings back memories of our visit to our
homeland, Bulgaria.

Mother, your angelic voice will always stay within me.
May you live to be a hundred years,
and let your voice carry on forever.
















 








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