Eternal Cityscape

In the embrace of time, where stone whispers to the sky, A city stands, a testament to dreams and history. Its towers pierce the heavens, a beacon of the past, While the sea cradles its shores, a silent, eternal cast. The roofs stretch like a sea of tiles, a mosaic of life, Each shadow and light a story, a soul, a strife. The dome stands tall, a sentinel of faith and hope, Its silhouette a promise, a bridge to the divine scope. Through the haze of memory, the city breathes, A symphony of stone and sky, where time does not seize. For in its streets, the echoes of the ancients linger, A reminder that we are but threads in the grander design. Oh, traveler, let this city be your guide, A mirror to your soul, where past and present collide. For in its timeless embrace, you'll find your own truth, A journey of self-discovery, a path of profound youth.