I just returned from exploring the city of Prague, so I was inspired to reflect on its beauty.
CITY OF A HUNDRED SPIRES
In the heart of Europe,
red copper roofs gleam.
Golden topped buildings and spires rise
out of the mountains.
Marionettes dance in the city's shops,
and crystal sparkles in the windows.
Golem protects the ghetto
and cobblestone streets are shadowed
The ghost of Šemík leaps
over the high ramparts of Vyšehrad,
and the moon glows.
Romanesque, Baroque, and Gothic
creations stand side by side;
a city wearing history on its sleeve.
Cemeteries house fallen heroes,
protestors of the Communist regime.
Bridges cross the sprawling river,
and castles loom and lurk.
She's a city of mystery and art,
beauty and breath...
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