In the heart of the city, towers rise,
Guardians of time with watchful eyes.
Their shadows dance on cobbled streets,
Where history and progress gently meet.

Silent whispers in brick and beam,
Dreams of architects, a timeless dream.
Structures that speak of human grace,
In every line, a story traced.

Arches curve with elegant might,
Holding secrets in the quiet night.
Windows frame the world outside,
A canvas where dreams abide.

Columns stand with steadfast pride,
In their strength, the past resides.
Each edifice a hymn of old,
A tale of vision, silently told.