The gate looms, smothered with grime,
gaping mouth, unruly smile
Wash the spirit, pace the line
Once crossed, eyes watch from all sides

The bridge pass, treacherous cross
Uncertain steps gather moss
Fight the fog at any cost,
without courage, the fire is lost

Trace arches, follow the pier
Eerie gate, unlikely seer
Singeing the dark, can you hear
Candles flicker, cast your fears


Pont St. Angelo, Rome
Photo by: c.b.w. 2003

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c.b.w. 2013


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