In the heart of the city’s gentle hum,
Where towers reach to touch the sun,
A dance of stone and steel begun,
Whispering tales of what’s to come.
Arches weave their timeless grace,
Shadows play on each carved face,
Pillars rise in firm embrace,
Holding stories time cannot erase.
Windows glint with morning’s light,
Reflecting dreams that take their flight,
Through corridors of endless night,
Where echoes of the past ignite.
Beneath the sky’s wide, watchful eye,
These structures stand as years go by,
A testament to human sigh,
In every brick, a whispered why.