The
Midas
touch
of dawn
spangles the
rooftops,
and
later
cobblestones
underfoot - we
have found the
City
of
Gold! El
Dorado
was here
all
the time,
home.
experiencing dawn is a gift, more precious than any gold bits......home is where the gold is.....
These words are golden. What a glorious description of dawn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Watching the glory of dawn from your doorstep, is there anything more perfect?