In the town <br />The rare town <br />There’s roots that sprout <br />From night-dews at the <br />Dawn. <br /> <br />In the town <br />Rare <br />But steadfast pour <br />Rains of rose drops <br />Soft and immature <br />And <br />Young <br />And <br />Soft rose drops <br /> <br />In the town <br />There’s honey <br />That seeps through <br />The walls and <br />Crevices <br />And peaks of mists <br />And clouds to reach <br />By long hands of Poet-Seers.<br /><br />Emmanuel George Cefai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-town-the-rare-town/
