Ancient Aura π π€
Photograph by : Sachin πΈ
Where shadows stretch on ancient stone, A palace sleeps, forever known. Perched on hills, a verdant crown, It gazes down on village, town. The mountain looms, a silent guard, Its wooded slopes, a canvas scarred By time's slow hand, a solemn grace, Reflected in this timeless place. Each arch and dome, a whispered plea, Of tales untold, for all to see. In monochrome, the past takes flight, A haunting beauty, dark and bright. The old world breathes, a tranquil sigh, Beneath the vast and watchful sky.