An ancient
vault where wealth was made,
Now wears a modern, gilded name,
Where shadow blends with light and shade,
And passing crowds pursue the same.
A lonely
soul upon the stone,
Is lost within a digital gleam,
Amidst the rush, yet completely alone,
A quiet pause in a hurried stream.
The pillars
stand unchanged and grand,
As fleeting moments softly fade,
While history walks hand in hand
With every transient choice we've made.
Sony A7RV
FE 20-70mm f4 G
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