The gargoyle

 

There he sat silently watching

on a chair of him pub that was close,
early morning

an interesting lil creature alone with his thoughts

lil like that place,
where everthe same faces stay every day
for a lill droop of beer

he liked his position -looking down on the crowd

but he was only a normal proprietary of a pub
and he was got arround all him friend, like in a club

A club for the beer drinkers – he knew them all

In a gargoyle of remembers
a lill man are thinking
at the miracle that’s repeat every night,
inside him lill ,lill pub

until the frist ray of the sun
take he at the present
a new day is here,
is become !!

 

 

 

Poem wrote by

Kharon Gillian Rossi and Marco Vasselli

Photo by

Marco Vasselli

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