Eternal Arcadia
Reflection
Beneath the whispering arches, time stands still,
A symphony of stone and sky, where dreams take flight.
The verdant hills embrace the ancient towers,
A testament to the enduring spirit of mankind.
The aqueducts, like veins of history, pulse with life,
Carrying whispers of the past through the misty air.
Each arch, a portal to forgotten realms,
Where the soul finds solace in the embrace of nature's grace.
The city sleeps, yet thrives in its quiet splendor,
A tapestry of green and stone, woven by time.
The birds above, messengers of the heavens,
Sing of the eternal dance between earth and sky.
Here, the viewer becomes the wanderer,
Lost in the labyrinth of beauty and thought.
The light, a gentle caress, reveals the soul's truth,
That in the heart of every dream lies a sanctuary.
Eternal Arcadia, where the past and present meet,
A place where the spirit soars, unbound and free.