River of existence

Toledo, River of Existence

Toledo, ancient city, heart of stone,
where memory flows, a river dark and lone.
Through narrow lanes, a silent current beats,
deep waters that time itself defeats.
An endless journey, from mountains to the sea,
your labyrinths recount what was, and what will be.
The river of memory, a constant, flowing grace,
where history echoes, in time and space.
Each corner holds a secret it imparts,
each wall, a past etched deeply in our hearts.
An endless journey, whispering its plea,
leading us to the sea, to oblivion's key.
A current carrying, an echo through the air,
towards eternity, beyond all earthly care.
Toledo's memory, a river without end,
existence liquid, a promise to transcend.