The arches and the columns
appear majestic.
The wide doors
open out to huge halls.
The corridors lead to the courtyards,
which lead to the private chambers.
I brag with my nose in the air.
My friends look at me as though
I am from the moon.
They prefer minimalist style.
Maintain small is beautiful.
They accuse me.
Call me an idealist.
Brand me an utopian.
Set me aside telling
I am ut of context.
Am I?
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