The City of Diomira

This is my first poem,

so I don't really know.

I'm just a beginner,

I hope it doesn't show.

Sitting on my mattress,

in my teeny tiny dorm,

thinking about Diomira.

The city fabled in travellers' lore.

A magical place with sixty domes,

winding streets and hundreds of homes.

I feel like I've been there,

I feel like I've done it all.

A beautiful fairyland,

with statues grand and tall,

A wonderland where all dreams comes true.

Brightly lit lanterns and amazing food.

Like a traveller,

lost in time,

Transported through miles and miles.

And then I open my eyes and see,

I'm still in my teeny tiny dorm.

But I'm inspired now.

To travel, to see, to smell, to feel,

all that is foreign and,

all that is new.

After all,

the world is waiting for you.