Beneath the gilded skies of Viera's grace,
Where rivers sing and mountains form embrace,
The olive groves whisper of days of yore,
When Viera's heart beat proud, yet torn to war.

Her cities gleam with marble's ageless glow,
Where art and trade in endless riches flow.
Yet brothers quarrel, kingdoms stand apart,
A fractured dream within a tender heart.

Rise, Viera, from thy silken slumber deep!
Let not division thy bright future sweep!
From Piavan hills to shores where azure lies,
Unite as one beneath the sunlit skies!

For all thy sons and daughters hear the call,
A single banner to raise, a single hall.
Oh, land of beauty, wealth, and storied past,
May Viera's union reign supreme at last!

-F L O R I O D I V O R A R E-
Vieran poet, writer and philosopher


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