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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FE 135mm f1.8 GM
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