poems

Piazza IL Campo

Sunshine on the buildings

Glows and fades;

Shadows in the huge

Piazza creep

Across the ancient stone

Where ghosts of old Siena sleep.

The Campanile clock ticks

Off the time,

And watches centuries

Come and pass away;

It chronicles the years

As they go by,

Plodding down the time trail

Day by day.

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