Poezii

Luciana Stoicescu-Vaughan My America 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.