In Collins Arcade where footsteps glide,
A waiter moves with pride.
Plates in both hands, steady and sure,
He weaves through noon’s soft shopping blur.
A glint of light on polished dome,
Among the echoes, he's at home.
A silent dance on marble floor,
Balancing lunch and something more
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In Collins Arcade where echoes hum,
A hush beneath the city's drum,
Two pairs of women, side by side,
In monochrome where time won't glide.
Porcelain cups in slender hands,
Their words like soft, unspoken bands,
The steam ascends in gentle swirls,
Like secrets traded between girls.
Their laughter dances, light and low,
A thread of silk in morning's flow,
Melbourne’s heart, though far from home,
Beats gently where these voices roam.
No grand parade, no trumpet sound,
Yet in this stillness, strength is found
In every sip, each knowing glance,
An old world weaves into the dance.
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A man had his cheek supported by his right hand in front of apple laptop on collins st cafe looking beyond side way in melb
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On Collins Street beneath the grey,
Where shopfronts line the silent way,
A youth stood still, mid city stream,
As trams rolled past in muted gleam.
She held a cup, still steaming white,
Its warmth between the morning light
And spoke, with eyes both bright and kind,
To one whom age had made refined.
Her silver hair, her coat drawn neat,
A cane beside her careful feet,
She listened as the young man said
Some gentle thought, some word unsaid.
The world passed by in shades of grey,
But in their pause, the time gave way
Two strangers held in quiet grace,
A fleeting moment, face to face.
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On Collins Street they walked as two,
Beneath the sky of cloud and blue.
Their steps were slow, their silence deep,
As though they bore a care they’d keep.
The husband wore his dark disguise,
His sunglasses veiling thoughtful eyes.
While on her head, in morning glare,
Her shades lay tangled in her hair.
Together yet each mind alone,
They wandered through the heart of stone—
In Melbourne's light, their shadows cast,
By present fears and echoes past.
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On Collins Street beneath the glare,
A man with short-cropped wind-tossed hair
Twists his body, leans askew,
As if the sun had split him through.
His eyes are shut, a fleeting shield
Against the blaze the noon revealed.
A T-shirt clings in summer’s heat,
A bag swings low with rhythmic beat.
Behind, the crowd flows like a stream,
Each face absorbed in its own dream.
But he, alone in this brief fight,
Moves through the shimmer, squints at light.
A moment caught—so strangely bright—
Of man and motion, sun and spite.
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Inside Collins Arcade, where shadows play,
A boutique glows in monochrome grey.
A gentleman stands, with a beard so neat,
In silence poised, his ritual complete.
Jars and flasks in orderly row,
Spices and oils with a fragrant flow.
His hands, like echoes of time gone past,
Move with care, deliberate and fast.
He measures, pours, then seals with grace,
As if each condiment held a trace
Of old-world charm and whispered lore,
Within that modest Melbourne store.
The arcade hums with ghostly tread,
Footsteps soft where dreams are fed.
And in that frame of black and white,
He works—a figure bathed in light.
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On Collins way, in shadowed hour,
Came forth a wight in mask of black,
His satchel swayed with silent power,
No kin he hailed, nor turned him back.
A dame drew nigh, in lenses broad,
Like sun-craft glass from days gone pale,
Her visage still, her step unflawed,
She passed as ghost over stony trail.
By roadside bare, the chairs lay strewn—
Cold-forged seats of iron pride;
No soul did claim, nor mark their rune,
Abandoned there, where time doth bide.
So wandered they, beneath sun’s dim light,
Strangers twain in city’s breath,
Each bearing tales veiled from sight,
In silence brushed by life and death.
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On Collins Street where traffic swells,
A rider waits as red light dwells.
With jacket thick 'gainst wind and rain,
He leans upon his silent frame.
A satchel wide upon his back,
Stuffed full along its heavy track,
His front wheel strays beyond the line,
Encroaching where the walkers dine.
Yet on his head, a helmet worn—
A modest grace in urban scorn.
He lingers still, both still and sly,
Beneath the watchful Melbourne sky.
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Upon Collins, where footsteps glide,
The city hums in bustling stride.
Yet eyes fall not on sights anew,
But screens that glow in glassy hue.
In hand it rests, both bright and keen,
A modern charm—this silent screen.
No glance to skies, no words take flight,
Just scrolling hands in neon light.
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Through streets of gold where merchants call,
She wandered light ‘neath evening’s thrall.
With weary gaze and laden hands,
She left behind the bustling stands.
And as my shutter caught the scene,
Her eyes shut soft, lost in between.
Through heavy glasses, she turned away,
A fleeting ghost of spent-out day.
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Amidst the throng of humanity, each of us stands solitary, lost in our own world.
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She carried a great many garments, though the air was not so cold as to warrant such burden.
Stepping forth from the Royal Arcade, she moved with measured pace, her footsteps falling upon a floor patterned like a checkerboard, its polished surface gleaming beneath the soft glow of morning light.
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In a quaint abode, by gentle light, Where cakes abound, a sweet delight, The air is filled with sugar’s grace, A charming, cozy, quaint embrace.
The flavors dance, a merry troupe, On tongues that savor every scoop, With every bite, joy’s sweet unfold, A tale of bliss in crumbs retold.
So come, partake, and time delay, In this fair haven, softly stay, Where cakes, like dreams, all worries chase, And leave a smile upon your face.
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The gentleman strides briskly, his blazer billowing gracefully in the wind.
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A matronly lady, adorned with a whimsical crown-like hairpiece, sits patiently, lending her ear to two others at the far end of the table
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The luxurious part of the street
Collins Street in Melbourne is renowned as a hub for luxury shopping, offering an upscale experience that attracts both locals and tourists. Known as the “Paris End” of the street, it’s lined with some of the world’s most prestigious fashion houses, high-end boutiques, and exclusive brands.
The street’s opulent atmosphere is accentuated by historic buildings with stunning architecture, creating a unique blend of old-world charm and modern elegance. Iconic stores such as Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Gucci, and Prada have established their presence here, alongside renowned Australian luxury brands like Aesop and Zimmermann.
In addition to high fashion, Collins Street also boasts exquisite jewelers, including Tiffany & Co. and Bulgari, offering an array of fine jewelry and timepieces. Whether you’re in the market for couture clothing, bespoke accessories, or exquisite gifts, Collins Street is the ultimate destination for those seeking sophistication and luxury.
Shoppers can also enjoy an array of fine dining options and cafes, making it not just a shopping destination but a lifestyle experience. From the grand department stores to the charming side streets, Collins Street represents the epitome of style, quality, and elegance in Melbourne.
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