The <br />Midas <br />touch <br />of dawn <br />spangles the <br />rooftops, <br />and <br />later <br />cobblestones <br />underfoot - we <br />have found the <br />City <br />of <br />Gold! El <br />Dorado <br />was here <br />all <br />the time, <br />home.<br /><br />Lillian Susan Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-waltz-wave-midas-touch-of-dawn/
