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.
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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