Upon the stone where hurried shadows pass,
And twilight weaves its cold, autumnal shroud,
The music rises clear above the mass
Of shifting shapes that form the restless crowd.
And twilight weaves its cold, autumnal shroud,
The music rises clear above the mass
Of shifting shapes that form the restless crowd.
With practiced grace he strikes the silver wire,
Beneath the brim that shields his thoughtful gaze;
His lonely art ignites a transient fire
Amidst the gloom of city-wearied days.
Beneath the brim that shields his thoughtful gaze;
His lonely art ignites a transient fire
Amidst the gloom of city-wearied days.
The world rolls by on tracks of iron stride,
Unheeding of the beauty born and spent,
Yet truth and song in harmony abide,
To crown the night with quiet, calm content.
Unheeding of the beauty born and spent,
Yet truth and song in harmony abide,
To crown the night with quiet, calm content.
Sony A7RV
FE 20-70mm f4 G
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