Eternal Colosseum
Reflection
In the heart of Rome, where time stands still,
A colosseum rises, a monument of will.
Its arches whisper tales of ancient might,
Where gladiators fought in the light of day.
The stone, weathered yet eternal,
Bears the scars of history's eternal.
Each curve, each shadow, a story untold,
A testament to the power of old.
The viewer stands before this grandeur,
A mirror to their own inner splendor.
For in its walls, they see their own strength,
A symbol of resilience, a beacon of length.
The light dances upon its surface,
A dance of shadows, a dance of grace.
It speaks to the soul, a silent call,
To rise above, to conquer all.
This is not just a structure, but a soul,
A guardian of time, a timeless goal.
In its embrace, the viewer finds their place,
A part of history, a part of space.