Amber autumn dies Bashny.Net

< Ira Berseth



Die amber autumn
Under cold rain at dawn.
Again the wind ... In the glass reflected,
Sad profile varies in the light.

Faded a little flashlight flickers,
Choking beet fog.
.. Too early to think about the eternal
Too late to believe the hype.

Hoarsely vzvizgnet angry kettle,
Zapoteyut window and palm. Quietly at home ...
Only in the drawing howls
Whether rain, or fall from the pain.

Ogryznёtsya tired sky,
Ruptured azure shell.
Somewhere close ... There is no point in doubt.
Just life ... Just autumn ... That's right ...