Arches that straddle the passage of time,
Each curve a verse, each line a rhyme.
Statues that whisper of heroes and lore,
Galleries bathed in grandeur's galore.
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From polished marble to weathered faade,
Every detail, leaving us awed.
Past meets future in every niche,
In ruins, the secrets enrich.
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Temples and theaters, shadows and light,
