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January 16, 2025
Armenia, Land of Eternal Flame
Beneath the shadow of Ararat’s crest,
Where eagles soar and spirits rest,
A land of stories, old yet strong,
Armenia sings its timeless song.
Through valleys green and mountains high,
Her churches pierce the cobalt sky.
Each stone, a prayer, each peak, a psalm,
A witness to her steadfast calm.
The whispers of her ancient kings
Resound in rivers’ gentle rings.
Her wine-stained hills, her pomegranate trees,
Hold secrets borne by autumn’s breeze.
She cradles scars yet stands so proud,
Her voice, a hymn, her heart unbowed.
For though the tempest tried her soul,
It could not break her gilded whole.
Her alphabet, a sacred thread,
Woven through the lives she's led.
A tapestry of loss and grace,
A testament to time’s embrace.
Oh, Armenia, cradle of light,
You rise again through endless night.
Your spirit burns, an eternal flame,
A beacon borne of your storied name.
Let winds of hope through you still soar,
For you are timeless, forevermore.