Moldova is my home (I love Moldova)

Moldova is a garden

Of green and shaded lanes,

A song to awaken flowers!

To fresh blood in our veins!

Moldova is a dance

In fragrant lavender fields,

A white dress that smells

The rain, in aromatic bliss!

Moldova is a charm,

Blowing gently in the breeze;

A sky with visible stars,

Carrying scents of hope and dreams!

Moldova is a rainbow

In vibrant hues of purplish-pink;

Painted in million colours,

Written down in scented ink!

Moldova is a dove,

Lost in a field full of grain!

Easy to hurt, yet easy to love,

Turning tears into drops of rain!

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My dress still smells of lavender,

Perfume that reminds me of home!

And one day – in Moldova-

I will return! And no longer roam! 

(Bulgari Ludmila, July 2016)