Apr 2010
indifferent
the gargoyle sits.
long has it been
since the snail
would weave tales of gold.
an empty snow-covered shell
all that remains
in his stony ear.
the gargoyle sits.
long has it been
since the snail
would weave tales of gold.
an empty snow-covered shell
all that remains
in his stony ear.
© 2010, Stacey Wilson
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