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I'm a first generation Armenian-American. I have yet to visit my Motherland, but am hoping next year will be the year! This poem exemplifies my longing and anticipation to visit Armenia and my love
and compassion for her people.

Submitted: July 17, 2018

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Submitted: July 12, 2018






I want to touch your ancient architecture.

I want to run in your green gardens,

swim in the Sevan, pick up your soil

and hold You in my hands.


I want to feel the natural springs

of Jermug in my mouth,

eat your sweet grapes, and drink

the juice of your pomegranates.


I want to travel on your unpaved roads,

and see your desolate cities.


I want to dance and sing

with your people;

walk, sit and eat with them,

listen to their stories,

laugh, and cry with them.

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