Take a step,
Feel the soft air of the ethereal forest.
Above the trees,
With snow-capped mountains,
And honeyed dew,
This was the place we grew up admiring,
And our unwavering faith in it remains true.
With golden sunsets,
And smooth-stone pavilions,
This was the place we were told we needed to go, to be,
This supposed land of the free.
And though the clouds have gathered for inevitable storms,
There'll always be rainbows after the hurricane,
Peace before the gale,
Calm after the tempest.
Yet this land,
Which may or may not be our own,
The farms which our ancestors plowed and sown,
We still reaffirm our faith.
And even if this journey is hard,
We'll always dream,
Struggle for entrance to the academe,
For we are dreamers,
And we will never stop.
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amber daffodils (completed ✔️)
Poetry"i stood on the plutonium shores of the lake, where all the poets had went to die, the mountains bejeweled with snow. i saw nothing in the vast expanse, only the stars in a hazy trance, yet when the sun rose, and night came to a close, i saw marig...
