As the first bright star of the night,
A place where my poetic soul can smile with delight.
A magical kingdom where liberty comes first.
To quench my deep, poetic, patriotic, parched thirst.
Too long in a dry desert I have lived.
Where there is nothing at stake, and nothing to give.
My home awaits me, near a bubbling stream.
That honors God and my total freedom to express, and to fully, dream!
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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