Carmelo Strano

A GOLDEN ROSE IS A ROSE

And when

it no longer is a mind's movement

and solemnly whater is

running and flowing far

from daily

business

do

think of me

stop the impossible

instant make

a bee line to the calm

river

to which you'll entrust

our instinctive drive

after having transformed it

into a golden philosophers' stone

Carmelo Strano (*)