Down Little Bourke, mid city’s hum,
A man walks on, his fingers numb.
His hairline fades with time’s embrace,
Yet focus lights his solemn face.
Eyes fixed upon the glowing screen,
Unmoved by all the urban scene,
He drifts through crowds in silent zone,
A world away, yet not alone.
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Upon Lonsdale Street, in twilight's shade,
A weary man, mid-years and grey,
With bottle dark in hand he strayed,
Its label long since peeled away.
A heavy sack upon his arm,
With secrets cloaked in cloth and thread,
He moved with neither haste nor charm,
Where quiet city footsteps led.
His beard was worn by time’s slow tide,
Now streaked with ash, with silver lined,
And through a strolling pair he tried
To weave his path, as if inclined—
By purpose strange, or whims unknown,
He wandered on, yet not alone.
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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 Swanston Street, a scene unfolds,
A man with ear pods, a story untold,
Nibbling banquette, with focus keen,
A modern dance, where tech meets cuisine.
Two young men stroll with ease in tow,
Ear pods snug, as the world flows,
Lost in their rhythm, with nothing to say,
Just the pulse of the city, guiding their way.
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He cuts through Swanston, sharp and fast,
A midday blur that’s built to last.
His blazer lifts, a sailing wing,
Caught in the city's bustling swing.
Lunch in hand—a humble prize,
Foam container, warm and wise.
Steam curls up like fleeting dreams,
Between the shops and tram bell screams.
The clock, it chases; he won't yield,
A soldier of the office field.
In every stride, a mission clear,
To beat the hour, to disappear.
Yet in that flight, a quiet grace,
A dance of motion, time, and place—
Where hunger meets the weekday grind,
And Swanston watches, half-aligned.
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Amid the rush on Swanston Street,
Where countless footsteps rise and meet,
A thousand faces glance and stray,
All chasing time, then swept away.
But through the tide of shifting heads,
Two walkers move like silver threads.
Their gaze is fixed, their posture proud,
Alone in focus, through the crowd.
No screens, no signs to draw their eyes,
They walk beneath the Melbourne skies,
As if they see a distant shore,
A quiet truth, a something more.
While city hums in scattered thought,
Their silent stride says all it ought—
In chaos, calm; in drift, direction,
Two souls in step with introspection.
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Two ladies sit where stories flow,
At a small round table, soft and slow,
Outside a shop with faded grace,
Time etched deep on its weathered face.
Peeling paint and a doorway worn,
Whispers of decades gently torn.
In Collingwood, where styles collide—
The hip, the free, the cool reside.
They sip and laugh in morning’s hue,
Among the ghosts and something new.
Where hippie hearts and trendsetters meet,
Their voices mingle on the street.
A moment caught in urban bloom,
With rust and charm and café fume—
Two souls in talk, the world drifts by,
Beneath the patchwork of the sky.
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A youthful lad in garments sleek,
Through corridors he strolls unique.
With hands tucked deep in pockets tight,
He walks with ease, his soul alight.
A careless breeze, a spirit free,
Unbound by chains of gravity.
The world may rush, yet he remains,
A drifting note in time’s refrain.
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The couple exudes a distinctly different aura, one that is notably athletic in nature.
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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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Upon the path where none need heed,
No rushing wheels, no steely steed.
A young man walks with head bowed low,
His gaze entranced in screen-lit glow.
Behind him trail, in measured pace,
Two ladies lost in mirrored grace.
Through silent streets their footsteps fall,
Yet none look up—no glance at all.
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With steadfast voice, he made his plea,
"Come, take a photograph of me!"
Amidst his task, with letters tight,
He stood with pride in morning light.
From mail truck’s side, he cast a grin,
As duty’s course he walked within.
A fleeting pose, a moment bright,
Captured swift in lens’s sight.
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Upon his brow, the shadows lay,
As if the night had stolen day.
His weary eyes, so dim, so worn,
Like stars that fade before the morn.
One glance might guess, with softened sight,
He’s wrestled long against the night.
Yet here he stands, though frail and deep,
A soul adrift on tides of sleep.
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Upon the green by knowledge grand,
A lively crowd takes rest at hand.
With meals in lap and laughter bright,
They bask beneath the noon’s warm light.
The books stand tall in silent keep,
As voices dance and moments steep.
A midday pause, so free, so fair,
As life and learning breathe the air.
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A resounding thump echoed through the air, drawing the gaze of all present.
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A gentleman bearing his satchel after a visit to the market.
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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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