A Story

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  At sixteen they laughed
  yonder, in the springtime afternoon.
  Later their lips became silent
  and in their heart old age did intrude.
  They had set out as friends

  two dry leaves upon the ground.
  Later they even went apart

  on some autumn afternoon.
  Now each of them, with lips all pale,
  stooping, kisses his bonds.
  Later they shall bend completely down
  and will pass into the ground.

© Kostas Karyotakis