By the Belgrade streets, where two rivers meet,
The Danube and Sava bite ancient stones.
Where nights cast longer days, escaping heat,
The city beats of sultans, kings, and thrones.
Where Unity's firesteel forged Balkan lands,
Its fortress stands; a sentinel of time.
Sovereigns guarded many tales so grand,
Hard fought among many an empire's climb.
But, cobbled streets fill paths that we can roam
While mysteries still pass beneath my view.
I wish I could have known the Roman tome
That marked “White City” before Red and Blue.
I learned in Belgrade: history is made.
And I, a student, in its shadow’s shade.
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