Golden films mantled
the slow breeze wandering
these paper towns
made of paper dreams
The soigne architect
is frail against the zephyr
fanning of serendipity,
and I weathered through
sternly and miserably
There is a silence -
a suppressed reticence,
in the soughing of the leaves
and the moribund daydreams
And in the patterns
of these thinning pages,
I folded a paper town
and succumbed to
a capricious complacency
And the paper town
remained a sad reverie.
Norman Santos
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paper-towns/
