America, , ..
oh wild lady, , ..
called America, , , ,
I, me are two halves..
one half..
does look at the glowing stars, ,
and does smile, ,
the other half..
does look at the burning stars, ,
and does cry, ,
and for something? ? , , ..
the two halves assemble..
the two halves separate..
the smiling half, , ..
sleeps at your legs, ,
to be knowing..
of what your head thinks about..
and the crying half, , ..
stands at your head, ,
to have knowledge..
of what your legs go around..
and for something again, ,
for 2thousands and 12years..2012.? .?
the two halves assemble..
and the two halves separate..
to assemble again, , ..
to say, ., .and to state, , ..
o states, , ..
united states, , ..
you are still, , , .
the country of dreams, ...
ahmed khaled
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/america-the-country-of-dreams/
