Walls rise in elegant grace,
Silent echoes of ancient art,
Where every line and curve embrace,
A dialogue of form and heart.

Towers stretch to touch the skies,
Piercing clouds with dreams untold,
In their shadows, history lies,
Stories of the bold and the old.

Arches curve with whispered tales,
Of craftsmen’s hands and visions grand,
Each cornerstone that never fails,
To hold the dreams they had planned.

Through arches and columns, light streams,
Painting patterns on the ground,
In these halls where silence dreams,
Beauty in every corner found.