The city breathes beneath the night,
Where iron tracks catch silver light.
A mother walks with hurried grace,
Shielding her child in this busy place.
Where iron tracks catch silver light.
A mother walks with hurried grace,
Shielding her child in this busy place.
The crowd drifts by like shifting smoke,
Wrapped tight against the evening cloak.
A quiet world within the rush,
Bound by a mother’s tender hush.
Wrapped tight against the evening cloak.
A quiet world within the rush,
Bound by a mother’s tender hush.
Sony A7RV
FE 16mm f1.8 G
Check Candid 1152
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