Subterranean
written by: beachglass
gargoyle clutches his stone rose
forsaken soul searching the city skies
perched on the last inch of the wall
watching people live their quiet lives
the view from here is pellucid
and as the rose crumbles, he is
thankful
for the beauty she gave
to his wretched nights
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