I crisscrossed the country a couple of times

north –south, east and west

surprised me to see

no one sign

no one sculpture

not one flag or banner

to you

such a noble friend, loyal and true

a beautiful legend

something to build on

but no one cares for you

no one wants to remember

But Molda, I know you still the land

still are looking to aid your master

this land is all yours

and nothing can take you away from it, ever.

July 17, 2010

Chisinau, Moldova

Molda is a dog from old legends, and is where this country Moldova derives its name.

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