It echoes in the old well: "Why?" ...

< Anshe



Echo in the old well is: "Why?" Why
this autumn on the way, and has not frozen rain dilutes the paint?
And bourbon replaces absinthe on the table ... in the shades of foliage,
and mist covers the dawn of the last week on all digital
photographs, and each passer accustomed to annual
junction Seasonal fight ... We're going to change clothes, smile, letter,
warmed by the words of those who are unlikely to understand
those who they did not write and did not survive. Will we
re-play wise, without significantly takes on evil
questions respond, and with sad to miss the places of the city where we could be,
but would like to? But not reached flew to hell ... is not reached.
And to blame, retreating in August, slightly Visitor autumn,
just silly ... What does the fog and cold loan?
... A sunset colors in his fiery red fringe,
Slowly down, and hides patterns for spitting image of the golden dome ...
Time is seasonally Service, the ruler of the weather, posters editor,
and it runs away when you do not appreciate it when you do not watch him ...
Yes ... But ... Ono- conductor cut off the retreat would be foolish,
just as the verse begins with "Why? Why?..."