In the canvas of the city’s heart,
Where stone and steel embrace the sky,
Echoes of dreams in artful lines,
Whisper tales of ages gone by.

Arches rise like ancient poems,
Columns stand with timeless grace,
Each facade a silent story,
Crafted by hands through time and space.

Glass and light in harmony play,
Reflecting hopes in every pane,
A dance of forms, a ballet of sight,
In architecture’s gentle reign.

Bridges span the urban rivers,
Binding lands and lives as one,
A testament to human endeavor,
In shadows cast by the setting sun.