The City Where Geometry Blooms

Where towers rise like petals spun,
and bridges stretch beneath the sun,
the city hums in colored light—
a bloom of form, a dream in flight.

Its buildings wear mosaic skin,
with scales of thought and hues within.
Each angle bends, each surface sings,
beneath the sky’s unfolding wings.

The river flows through mirrored days,
reflecting reds and pastel haze.
It carries blues the clouds once shed,
and whispers green where gardens spread.

No rule constrains this blooming place,
where math and feeling interlace.
Each curve a breath, each line a tune—
a city shaped by sun and moon.

So walk its streets with open eyes,
where wonder lives and logic flies.
For here, beneath the painted dome,
geometry has found  bloom in stone.