Beneath the boughs where shadows play,
The winding path invites the day;
Through leaves and light, through green and shade,
A quiet world by nature made.
The slender arches rise above,
Entwined with branches, leaves, and love;
And footsteps wander, soft and slow,
Where dappled beams of sunlight flow.
A solitary figure strays
Along the garden’s secret ways;
While all around, the leaves impart
The ancient stillness of the heart.
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Stone holds the weight of years,
Columns stand beneath the sky;
Flags whisper through the morning air,
While shadows quietly pass by.
A traveller pauses, lost in thought,
Before the grandeur, stern and bright
The old house keeps its silent watch,
A monument of time and light.
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Beneath the lamps, the evening glows,
And voices rise, then fade away;
While every table holds its prose,
A little story of the day.
The bowls grow still, the moments cease,
Yet warmth remains where strangers meet;
And in the quiet heart of peace,
Life gathers softly, bittersweet.
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Beneath the shade of living green,
Where quiet streets and sunlight meet,
The world moves softly, unforeseen,
In footsteps passing down the street.
Above, the old trees touch the sky,
While tables hold the day’s refrain;
And in the pause of passers-by,
Life blooms and fades, then comes again.
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Beneath the flags of old Britannia,
The tables wait in sunlit air;
And voices rise, then drift away,
Like passing footsteps through the day.
Two friends sit close, their stories shared,
While strangers wander, unprepared;
And in this little corner bright,
Old England lingers, out of sight.
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Two friends beneath the morning light,
Their conversation soft and bright;
While passing strangers come and go,
And shadows lengthen, moving slow.
The years may silver hair and face,
Yet friendship keeps its timeless grace;
For in the simple sharing there,
Life pauses gently in the air.
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Beneath the lamps, the shadows lie,
While quiet tables wait nearby;
A star above the evening scene
Keeps watch on moments in between.
The footsteps fade, the glasses gleam
The night unfolds, a waking dream;
And in this room of black and white,
Old stories linger into night.
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One wheel, one man, one questionable plan
a blade in the air like a punchline that ran.
He balances bravely on physics’ thin thread,
while common sense quietly shakes its head.
A flick of the wrist, a grin slightly wild,
half circus performer, half reckless child.
If gravity’s watching, it’s holding its breath
for comedy, courage, and near-miss with death.
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Beneath a sign that promises
“Om Vegetarian — All You Can Eat,”
the carnivores of commerce stride
in steady, sunlit beat.
A Coles bag swings like a metronome
to footpath percussion and shade,
while sunglasses guard their private thoughts
from the bargains just displayed.
“I ♥ Melbourne,” declares above,
as if we needed proof
the city hums in monochrome
beneath a corrugated roof.
One man drifts with pillow in tow,
a soft rebellion on wheels;
another marches, long of limb,
in practical urban heels.
Graffiti mutters on the wall,
souvenirs wink from within
and somewhere between lunch and life
the afternoon strolls in.
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In Flagstaff’s hush of passing days,
He moves mid-step, half flesh, half sign,
A skull drawn light upon his face,
Death borrowing a mortal line.
A crown of blooms, a lifted phone,
The living world still calls him near;
Between the laugh, the bone, the tone,
He walks where joy and ending peer.
So gardens keep what crowds forget:
That life, well held, is brief, complete
A dance inked once, not finished yet,
Then gone, like footprints in the street.
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Beneath bare trees of Flagstaff green,
They stand in chalked and petalled white,
Small skulls that smile where life is seen,
Soft laughter stitched to borrowed night.
Flowers crown both young and old,
Bone and blossom intertwined;
In painted death, the living hold
A gentler truth: we leave, we shine.
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A mangrove stands where sand meets sea,
Its roots like fingers in a briny plea.
Alone it rises, steadfast, still,
Bathed in sun, kissed by wind’s will.
Along the shore, a lone soul treads,
Where water shimmers and daylight spreads.
Footprints vanish in the tide’s embrace,
Yet the mangrove holds its quiet grace.
Salt and sky in a gentle dance,
Time slows here, caught in a trance.
One tree, one walker, the ocean’s hymn,
A fleeting world both vast and dim.
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Morning mist drapes the ancient spires,
stone sentinels born of fire’s desires.
A young hiker stands where the ridges gleam,
map in hand, eyes lost in dream.
High on the tower, the timber hums,
as wind through the railing softly drums.
He faces the mountains, vast and far,
each peak a memory, each scar a star.
The paper flutters — a compass, a guide,
his heart beats steady with the morning tide.
Below, the forest breathes in green,
above, the sky burns bright and clean.
He folds his map, the silence calls,
the world below, the range enthralls.
The Glass House waits, both stern and kind,
a mountain path, a state of mind.
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At dusk, the salt lake breathes a hush,
its skin a mirror to the fading blush.
A lone silhouette stands between worlds
earth below, heaven unfurled.
No ripple breaks the boundless glass,
where sky and soul in stillness pass.
The wind forgets its ancient song,
time itself lingers, lingering long.
One step — and stars bloom at the feet,
two realms of silence gently meet.
Lake Tyrrell holds the dream entire,
a mortal shadow, the sky’s desire.
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On Swanston Street, where trams hum low,
An Indian man lets the city flow.
Cup in hand, steam curling high,
Like incense drifting to the sky.
The bench holds still, the world moves fast,
Moments like this are never meant to last.
Sip by sip, in the midday light,
He drinks his peace in the urban flight.
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On Swanston Street where city sounds swell,
An Indian man, mid-step, begins to tell
A story through static, phone to ear,
His laughter soft, but bright and clear.
On the other side, a cluster stands—
School kids with backpacks, restless hands.
Their eyes are lifted, faces aglow,
At something above they yearn to know.
Perhaps it’s a tram, or a statue’s grin,
Or clouds that dream where thoughts begin.
Each child still in a world so wide,
A marvel caught on the city’s side.
And in that frame, both calm and cheer,
Life strolls by in layers clear—
A street, a glance, a drifting tone,
Where moments meet but walk alone.
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He strides in suit with purpose bold,
A voice like brass in morning cold;
His words fly fast, a streaming train,
Across the street, through wind and rain.
In Flinders' shadow, trams glide past,
The crossing blinks, the moment lasts;
An Aussie leans, with coffee slow,
Unbothered by the urgent show.
A tradesman laughs, a banker sips,
As sunlight curls on city lips;
The rush of one, the calm of rest—
Each walking in the way they’re dressed.
So Melbourne hums, both loud and still,
A patchwork bound by common will.
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He walks where the city forgets to dream,
Off Swanston’s pulse, in a side-street seam.
An old man carved from dusk and ache,
Thin as memory, too brittle to break.
Beret tilted like a wounded crown,
Eyes cast low, like the heavens frown.
Each step a whisper, each breath a thread,
The living ghost of a life half-dead.
In his hand—O fate!—a paper curled,
Tight as secrets that once rocked the world.
Is it a letter? A map? A name?
A poem never read, or a war’s last flame?
The trams don’t pause for men like this,
Worn to the bone by what they miss.
Yet still he moves, through wind and grime,
Dragging behind the weight of time.
No one sees him—just a blur,
Of beret, bones, and something sirred.
But somewhere deep, the city knows,
He walks with all its buried prose.
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Down Elizabeth Street he strides alone,
a slender thread in the city’s tone,
jacket sharp in the autumn breeze,
moving swift with elegant ease.
Fancy ear pods crown his ears,
drowning out the city's cheers—
lost in rhythm, thought, or beat,
a silent world beneath his feet.
Glass and tramlights dance on skin,
as day and noise blur deep within.
He walks a line both near and far,
tethered to sound like a distant star.
Melbourne hums its morning tune,
but he moves on, immune, immune—
a figure drawn in motion's ink,
on city streets that barely blink.
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On Hosier Lane where colors gleam,
They pose beneath a spray-can dream.
Graffiti walls, bold strokes and flame,
Now backdrop to their fleeting fame.
He lifts his chin, his left knee bent,
A tilted grin, all cool intent.
The street a stage, his stance precise,
Caught mid-pose like thrown-back dice.
She holds the phone with steady grace,
An upright calm upon her face.
A frame composed, no words to say—
Their story told in light and spray.
They’re not just two among the crowd,
But stars beneath the street art cloud.
In digital ink, the moment stays,
Two hearts immortalised in haze.
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