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Oct 2016
Train is coming to the city of steal,
And you are aboard granting the dream.
As you enter the city of knowledge,
A science miracle on the lake's edge.

Two hours ago, you followed a river down stream,
Just then you saw a sky high  tower covered in steam .
The tower of Lesia, or so the folks call it,
The greatest library on Earth is within it.

The city's houses are created of steel,
Forever they move, afraid to stay still.
Universities are all over the place,
So that everyone can science embrace.

And mechanical creatures wonder it's streets,
It seems like they are alive, as you hear their heartbeats.
The folk in here works miracles every day,
Each district's so different in it's own way.

The streets are in fog but one thing is clear,
Now  there is no doubt that magic is real.
The city's walls With gears are covered ,
Cause all of the city is a steam powered
Huger then lake machine   .
If this poem is no good, please tell me, what's wrong, so I can improve my skills. I would really appreciate if you do.
Dmytro from Trotskiev
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Dmytro from Trotskiev  21/M/Ukraine
(21/M/Ukraine)   
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