Quite Strange, Isnβt It?
In the heart of an uncharted land,
Lies a city so strange and grand,
With towering buildings that touch the sky,
And streets that seem to never die.
As I enter its gates, I am amazed,
By the hustle and bustle of this place,
People from all corners of the earth,
Gather here, in this city's birth.
The colors of the city are a sight,
A rainbow of hues, shining bright,
From the bold reds to the vibrant blues,
Each building has a different muse.
I wander through its winding streets,
Amidst the crowds and the endless beats,
Of music that plays from every corner,
This city's soul, a true performer.
I stumble upon a bustling market square,
With exotic spices and a lively flare,
The scents of unknown lands fill the air,
And I can't help but stop and stare.
But as the day turns into night,
The city takes on a different light,
The once busy streets become quiet,
And the stars twinkle, a wondrous sight.
As I continue to explore,
I am drawn to the city's core,
Where a majestic palace stands tall,
A symbol of this city's grandeur and all.
But amidst the glitz and the glam,
There's a sense of mystery, like a charm,
For in this city, anything can happen,
And its secrets are never forgotten.
As I bid farewell to this strange place,
I know in my heart, I'll never erase,
The memories of its enchanting beauty,
For this city has forever captured me.
A strange city, like no other,
A melting pot of cultures, a true wonder,
And though I may leave its sight,
I know this city will stay with me, day and night.