There was azure <br /> <br />Where looked I? <br />Here on this roof <br />Of cold <br />And dwindling day <br />Here. <br /> <br />The old enemy <br />I saw him <br />Looking from <br />The balcony <br /> <br />Withered and <br />Shrunk <br />The waters still <br />Flow <br />Though inland <br />There’s some places <br />Withered and shrunk <br />And old dilapidated. <br /> <br />He closed the shop. <br />He did not sell <br />That much. <br />And Age was getting him. <br />So he closed shop. <br />When and if shall <br />I view him?<br /><br />Emmanuel George Cefai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/under-the-paeans-of-beauty/
