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The land of the unforgotten

I come from the land of immigrants
who left everything behind
while traveling in agony
I come from the land of sunflower fields
that is as beautiful as your soul
This is the land where our ancestors
nurtured us
like a mother feeding her babies
I am from the community of people
who left
every
single
thing
behind
Only for their children
for a better life
for a chance to relive their life
in color.

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