Along Bulgaria’s Black Sea coast, where waves gently lap,
A discovery stirs excitement, like a thunderclap,
At the Varna cemetery, beneath ancient earth and sand,
Lies the oldest gold known to man, a treasure so grand.

News of this find spreads like wildfire’s blaze,
Capturing hearts, setting imaginations ablaze,
In the hallowed grounds of Varna’s sacred site,
A treasure trove of gold shines brilliantly bright.

Archaeologists toil with careful hands and eyes,
Unearthing history’s secrets, to our surprise,
The glint of ancient gold, a story untold,
Whispers of riches from eras of old.

Golden artifacts from a distant past,
Crafted by hands that forever will last,
Their shine reflects the sun’s warm embrace,
A glimpse into a time, a forgotten place.

Waves of excitement sweep through the land,
As Bulgaria’s heart is held in the golden hand,
The oldest gold known to man, a treasure untold,
Unveiling stories from a time so ancient and bold.

In the Black Sea’s embrace, where history lies,
The discovery of gold brings tears to our eyes,
A legacy of craftsmanship, of beauty divine,
A treasure trove from an ancient shrine.

As Bulgaria’s coast basks in the golden glow,
The oldest gold known to man continues to show,
A testament to the past, to stories untold,
At the Varna cemetery, where history unfolds.