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Young talents - November stroll

The falling leaves turned brown. The once blue sky, now gray and cloudy...
The park, once buzzing and alive, so lonely now,
With not a merry sight or mellow sound, for me to see or hear.

The flowing crowds of tourists, locals, and musicians, cut to almost zero,
As the celebrated gatherings and summer picnics
Are no longer in season or in spirit.

The steaming hot days of summer, not even remotely imaginable now,
As dark, menacing clouds cover the once green, now muddy grass.
Where is the hope that once was, you may ask. Where is the joy?

Although escaping to most twenty/twenty visions,
Happiness and gratitude are found in the fine brush strokes of this seemingly painted scene.
Whose every nook and cranny slowly reveals its beauty.

Passing through this place, I see a woman walking her white, fluffy dog,
A man strumming his antique, out-of-tune, guitar,
And maybe getting glimpses of the cars, stopping, and rolling by.

Yet, in all this bareness, in all this emptiness,
There is enough joy and excitement, to not only entertain,
But to give hope to get through yet another dark day:

The little dog’s excited barks, as he runs freely and swiftly.
The man's passion as he picks up his instrument, perhaps playing it for the first time in years.
Reliving moments from a different, simpler time, that yet feels like yesterday.

And looking through the foggy windows of one car,
A glimpse of a family: Father, Mother, Daughter, and Son.
Silent, yet sharing the same smile, a sense of warmth between them and for each other.

A warmth so quiet, yet so powerful, that is
Able to thaw and offer comfort to any cold and lonely heart
Strolling the empty Park, in search of a fresh start.


by Vlad Zamrii
University of Toronto





by Vlad Zamrii    11/21/2022


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