A TOWN PAINED BY THE UNKNOWN (POEM)
A Town Pained by the Unknown
It was a carnation of stone,
A rose of bronze,
And a star of meaning,
It was a town pained by the unknown.
A cat perched on a wall
of snow, honey and wax.
A captivated sigh in a lure
Of oblivion and sadness.
It was a town pained by the unknown.
A violet river on a bed,
Of lilies, poppies and azaleas.
A tear falling slowly,
Where nobody sees it.
It was a town pained by the unknown.
It was a quivering butterfly,
Taken to the call of a wind.
It was a lost child between the streets,
Of an ordinary city.
It was a town pained by the unknown.
Juan PabloAlonso Ramo, Valencia, Spain
It was a carnation of stone,
A rose of bronze,
And a star of meaning,
It was a town pained by the unknown.
A cat perched on a wall
of snow, honey and wax.
A captivated sigh in a lure
Of oblivion and sadness.
It was a town pained by the unknown.
A violet river on a bed,
Of lilies, poppies and azaleas.
A tear falling slowly,
Where nobody sees it.
It was a town pained by the unknown.
It was a quivering butterfly,
Taken to the call of a wind.
It was a lost child between the streets,
Of an ordinary city.
It was a town pained by the unknown.
Juan PabloAlonso Ramo, Valencia, Spain
Further Information
Publisher: TYRONE CONSTITUTION
Ref: TC/0733
Published Date: 19-Aug-99
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