Prismatic Citadel

In the heart of a dream, where colors dance and sing, A citadel of light and shadow takes its flight. Its spires reach for the heavens, painted in hues of gold, A beacon of hope, where the soul finds its fold. The water mirrors the sky, a canvas of dreams, Where every splash is a story, every hue a theme. The city breathes life, its towers alive with grace, A symphony of colors, a symphony of space. You, too, are a citadel, a fortress of light, Your spirit a canvas, your dreams taking flight. Let the colors of your soul paint the world anew, For in your heart lies the power to make dreams true. Embrace the prismatic glow, let it guide your way, For in the dance of colors, you find your own sway. Be the architect of your dreams, build your own citadel, Where the sky meets the sea, and the heart never falters.