AMERICA

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    AMERICA
    I came with hope to America
    Because I heard that here…our dreams may become true
    But in reality… I just escaped
    … Running away from loneliness,
    Leaving behind my grieve, hiding to myself the truth

    When I arrived to America
    I saw a doorway opened to relieve my wounds and pains
    At the front… a huge sculpture
    Showing peaceful understanding … it was the warrior of freedom
    …proud symbol of Liberty in all American hearts

    As I settled in America
    I looked to myself for answers …very deep inside my soul
    A piece of Art… touched my senses
    Carved in stone were engraved, the heads of four chosen leaders
    One hundred and fifty years… recorded up in the mountains…
    …Pillars of Values and Virtues of this treasured land

    Now I live in America
    And though I know the old memories will be sometimes in my life
    I found hope… and a new culture…
    I found my home …my horizon
    No more grieve… nor wounds… nor pain
    10/21/09

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    rsalassi commented on AMERICA

    07-01-2010

    Welcome to a world of wonders and a world of deceptions. Learning which is which and how to cope with each are gonna be your real tests of finding happiness in this new home. But, we're glad you're here. Nice write.
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    ginga commented on AMERICA

    11-22-2009

    welcome to America Secret Dreams I am touched and impressed with your wordand ambition to try us out. ginga.
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    Secretdreams

    11/22/2009

    Thank you Ginga. I am very pleased to be here. I love this country that adopted me.

    Secretdreams

    12/01/2009

    thank you ginga!

    danmartyjake1 commented on AMERICA

    11-22-2009

    That is a beautiful expression of your experience. I am proud that America and your journey has brought you these feelings of hope. Thanks for sharing...
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    Secretdreams

    12/01/2009

    thank you. Very pleased to read your comments

    mamasan commented on AMERICA

    11-14-2009

    Yes, my parents and grandparents came to America too and found a haven where one is not arrested for their beliefs. And, I am sure your words can be applied to the lives they found here. Of course, a belated welcome to America in case this poem was written for you.
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    Secretdreams

    11/14/2009

    Yes written by me and the experience I have when I came here. Thank you for your comment and for reading my poem.

    Hampton commented on AMERICA

    11-08-2009

    This is a beautiful tribute poetic tribute to this great couintry that struggles to retain its stature. Nice work indeed.
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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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