
Palace Square, St. Petersburg.
I remember teenagers
dancing in Palace Square,
how I smiled at the hope
I thought I saw there.
Or the uniformed cadet,
applying her lipstick,
ready for the weekend.
Was it just a veneer?
Let us look past despair,
trust that the dance remains
and the hope in young eyes
will someday blossom…
…and be true.
Very poignant! Thank you for tending to that flicker of hope that fails to be extinguished.
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Hear, hear!!
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