Down a classic lane off Swanston Street,
Where echoing steps and cobbles meet,
The ceiling arches, fine and grand,
Like lacework shaped by patient hand.
Soft light filters through the mellow air,
And whispers stir the café chair.
A few souls linger, cups in hand,
In no great rush, no strict demand.
They sip, they talk, or sometimes stare,
At passersby or simply air.
Each moment hangs in quiet grace,
A hidden world, a resting place.
While just beyond, the city swells,
With tram bells, calls, and market yells—
Here peace resides, a lane apart,
Where coffee warms both hands and heart.
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I love the arch in this photo. Great poem too!
ReplyDeleteThe old part of the city
DeleteImpresionante fotografía .
ReplyDeleteOhhh I love this building and you poem.
ReplyDeleteThe ceiling is mesmerising
DeleteAlways time for a cuppa joe!
ReplyDeletePerspective is beautiful
ReplyDeleteWe share the same view
DeleteBeautiful! I really love that ceiling.
ReplyDeletePrecioso ese túnel
ReplyDeleteRelaxation.
ReplyDeleteThat arch is amazing :-D
ReplyDeleteGood shot!
ReplyDeleteGreat photo of that lovely place of Melburne. I'd like to have breakst there.
ReplyDeleteYour poems always arouse admiration. Have you considered publishing a book of poetry? The photo is perfect as always.
ReplyDeleteI wish you a wonderful and above all warm weekend. Unfortunately. I send greetings from cold and distant Poland.
I enjoyed this poem. I like the arch in this photo and for some reason the photo strikes a bit of melancholy to me. I like it, though. Thank you for linking up.
ReplyDeleteI really like this photo and the roof above the walkway, looks Victorian.
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