Forgotten Vista

In the heart of the city, where ancient stones meet the sky, A tale of forgotten dreams begins to rise. The artist's hand, a master of light and shade, Captures the essence of a bygone age displayed. The tower stands, a sentinel of time, As domes and rooftops weave a intricate rhyme. In the distance, the horizon softly gleams, A canvas of memories, where history beams. The signature whispers a name, a story untold, Of one who saw beyond the ordinary cold. In every line, a piece of the past resides, A window to the soul, where art abides. The city's heartbeat, in this frame is laid, A testament to the artist's skillful trade. Here, in this vista, we find our own tale, A reflection of dreams, in an urban veil.