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