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, a silent witness to history's flow,
Echoes the echoes of battles long ago.
Its grandeur, a testament to human hands,
A symbol of strength, a timeless band.
The shadows play on its weathered face,
A canvas of time, a story's embrace.
Each curve, each column, a chapter untold,
A testament to the soul of old.
In its embrace, we find our own reflection,
A mirror of ambition, a beacon of direction.
For in its walls, we see our own journey,
A path of resilience, a story of eternity.
So stand before it, let its spirit guide,
For in its embrace, we find our own pride.
A colosseum, a symbol of might,
An eternal flame, a beacon of light.