A winding path, a gentle stream,
Lead us to a city of dreams,
Towers tall with walls of gold,
A sight to behold, a story to be told.
The small river flows with ease,
Reflecting colors of the trees,
Small golden leaves and hues of red,
Nature's palette, a vision ahead.
The winding road, it twists and turns,
A path to take, a lesson learned,
For the journey is the true reward,
The memories made, the beauty adored.
The distant city, it calls us near,
A place of promise, without any fear,
Its walls of orange and gold and red,
Symbolizing hope, for a brighter ahead.
Amidst the tall towers and bustling crowds,
The small golden trees stand proud,
Reminding us of nature's grace,
In a city that thrives, but doesn't replace.
So let us cherish this distant city,
And the winding path that led us to be,
For amidst the red, orange and gold,
Lies a world of wonders untold.
Resin, polymer clay, iron wire, acrylic paint
£1,968.37
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A winding path, a gentle stream,
Lead us to a city of dreams,
Towers tall with walls of gold,
A sight to behold, a story to be told.
The small river flows with ease,
Reflecting colors of the trees,
Small golden leaves and hues of red,
Nature's palette, a vision ahead.
The winding road, it twists and turns,
A path to take, a lesson learned,
For the journey is the true reward,
The memories made, the beauty adored.
The distant city, it calls us near,
A place of promise, without any fear,
Its walls of orange and gold and red,
Symbolizing hope, for a brighter ahead.
Amidst the tall towers and bustling crowds,
The small golden trees stand proud,
Reminding us of nature's grace,
In a city that thrives, but doesn't replace.
So let us cherish this distant city,
And the winding path that led us to be,
For amidst the red, orange and gold,
Lies a world of wonders untold.
Resin, polymer clay, iron wire, acrylic paint
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