In the cradle of the earth, where whispers rise,
Stand wonders wrought by time’s hand, ancient, wise.
Mountains carved like kings, in silence hold,
Stories untold, in striations of gold.

The pyramids pierce the Egyptian skies,
Monoliths that glisten where the falcon flies.
Each stone, a testament to ambition's flame,
A throne for the spirits who have no name.

Petra’s rose-red city, half as old as light,
Etched by winds that sing through sands at night.
Columns that guard a forgotten lore,
Echo of footfalls by a mystic shore.

The Great Wall winds like a dragon’s spine,
Each brick a sentinel, each step a sign.
Guarding secrets beneath a cerulean sweep,
Where warriors tread and shadows sleep.

Taj Mahal, veiled in moon’s tender kiss,
Marble heart carved for a love’s endless wish.
Whispers of jasmine on twilight’s breath,
A song of life, born from death.

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