The Golden City

Soaring spindles, and tall towers

Crafted by divine powers


The architects were gods they say

When they built on that long ago day


A whole city that shimmered in gold

It was the place where dreams unfold


But what was the gold but a false promise

And the towers loomed ominous


Suddenly the city was shadows as night fell

The dreams faded like the fleeting sound of a bell


Golden sheen gone

Now where do we belong

This poem is about: 
Our world


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