you are the light of the world.
You are a tree with deep roots.
Many times someone has broken your branches,
hit the root,
but you still have some strength –
you do not allow them to completely destroy you.
Leaves flutter on your branches,
whispering day and night.
They awaken other flowers and herbs,
they awaken all of nature.
They challenge and rob you,
but you have children with big hearts,
who exclaim at your name
and sing about that holy name.
Most holy land,
you are like a song
Verses like Ohrid's white pearls
are lined up and do not want to end –
not until they string the most beautiful necklace,
to be worn by both old and young,
at home and abroad.
To tell them about your history.
Let no one wear it because they have to,
but because they love you
and enjoy your beauty.
And come on, tell me again
about a long time ago.
Tell me about the history
that someone steals from us,
and eats us in our souls.
Why, why even today
does anyone want to give it away?
Faced with new challenges,
don't let anyone darken
your history
or change your name…
And I, whatever I call you,
will be a bit!
Author: Gordana Dimovska
Macedonian Timeline Australia

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