Eiffel Tower

Lattice of iron, reaching for a sky, that cradles clouds, and whispers of centuries. Not just a tower, but a symbol of aspiration, a skeletal dream, etched against the twilight, a monument to human ingenuity. The wind, a restless traveler, sighs through its frame, a metallic song, a chorus of the city, a whisper of the Seine's flow. Lights, a constellation, sparkling in the night, a beacon of romance, a spectacle of brilliance, a fragile luminous crown. The city's heartbeat, a distant hum below, a tapestry of lives, a symphony of motion, a world spread out at its feet. From its summit's gaze, a panorama unfolds, of rooftops and rivers, of dreams and desires, a city laid bare beneath the stars. The shadow, a long finger, stretching across the Champ de Mars, a silent reminder of the tower's enduring presence, a timeless silhouette. Eiffel Tower, a monument of steel and light, a symbol of Paris, a dream reaching for the heavens, a fragile enduring icon against the canvas of the sky. ©bfa040325