Innocence of spring
Come, ye bright days, hardly escaped from winter, you let us feel the hope of spring. So I go, far from the city, On the narrow path up to the field, which is pure of guilt, so as I too want to be again.
In my too early summer dress, I feel a little cold, but a sentiment of purity strange and never known warms my heart.
Picture
In this simple picture spring comes in an holy innocence, that also now the girl wants to find again. Image and girl reflect innocence, purity and naivety, in art too long not estimated, but belonging to it well.
