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PathwayCategory: Nature
Monday, 5 September 2011
06:42:53 AM (GMT)
It’s exhilarating to feel
The wind rushing past you,
Like the scenery of green and blue
Speeding past your eyes
Hearing the whoosh of air
As it runs a marathon across your face
Suddenly, the once dark sky
Is drenched in a colorful array
Of purple, red, and orange
Like spilt paint across an easel.
A burst of warmth hits your face
Screaming for you to open your eyes.
Slowly, your eyelids lift 
And take in the sight before you.
The abstract of purple, red, and orange is gone.
In it’s place a glowing orb of gold 
Shines down on you, 
Covering the ground with sparkling light.
As you reach the outskirts of the city
The sun has imbedded its color 
Into the tall, majestic buildings.
A thought reaches your head
Before you can comprehend it,
“This is the City of Gold."

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