A Sense Of Place

Beauty - ugliness lay side by side,
Like the interwoven yin/yang.
Holding hands, dancing - they
Create the urban world together.

Architectural history becoming like-
Familiar characters from our past,
Long surviving their human builders.
Now immortalised in stone.

Each generation adding a touch
To the urban landscape,
A new shade, a new pastel of colour,
Creating a remembrance of a time,
Of an era gone by.

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This place I call home-
How many have graced these walls?
Filled it's rooms with music,
Danced, laughed, cried -
argued here before me?

And who will call it home
When I leave?
These sturdy familiar walls.
The rooms that house my things.

Who will tend it's garden, when I'am gone?
Smile at the rising sun.
Watch the world go by-
Through this open window.

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Buildings and people - inseparable
Interwoven chords - our euphony:
The myriad architecture
We call our home.

The places where we go to think and dream,
The places we go seeking inspiration,
Those places of remembrance, of nostalgia.
That awaken the romance in our soul.

Who will visit these places when we're gone?
Will our age too become an antiquity of stone?

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We the architects who-
Add to the urban tapestry.
We with our graffiti
The memories we create.

What will we leave behind?
For the future generations to build on.
What remembrance of the
Post-modern era?

As we pick up our paintbrushes
To tell the story of the human heart:

As the city rises,
On the wings of
yesterdays dreams.