SUWON
The ancient light of the sun
cut in half the silence of the evening.
Suwon has the same sound of swan.
City of Kings
an ancient fortress
surrounded by walls
the story of a cruel father
and an unhappy prince
sentenced to die in a basket to store rice.
The green lawns, the resigned quiet
of those who live only in memory.
Suwon is a flash of light
the bow shoots the arrow
the fast and strong poetry words
hit home.
Laura Garavaglia