once it was their spring
By benafim
Once It Was Their Spring On the wall in a café, in a deep vale near a stream that runs grey and bitter in winters, but sings clear glad in May, a black & white picture hangs on a wall that needs a lick of paint. A group of youths celebrating spring, dressed in traditional costumes they dance and look sweet - photo taken in 1938 - By the church’s wall an old man sits… waiting? Out of a shop an old woman cumbersome walks. Was he the accordion player? And she, the one who gracefully danced? Time is youths cruel enemy, all what’s left of those helicon days, in 1938, is a faded picture on a café’s wall, and there it will hang till new owners come paint the room and threw the photo into the rubbish bin. Written February 11th, 2002 © on Feb 11 2002 03:37 AM PST 0 • 10
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