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.
Lillian Susan Thomas
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-waltz-wave-midas-touch-of-dawn/
