Where fleeting shadows cast their stride,
Two rusted forms of iron meet
The rushing town, yet still abide.
The scrap-made creatures silently
Recall a wilder, older line
Amidst the cold geometry.
And towers climb toward the gray,
The metal phantoms softly sigh
For fields of gold and yesterday.
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FE 20-70mm f4 G
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