At the turn of the seasons

< Inna Spring



Rain intoxicating smell, other cities postcard ...
In August asters precipitate in the final steps of the summer.
And let the vanishing drop - message on the petals,
Let stray sounds from the measure, lingering on trifles.
The crib only chords pautinochki thin thread ...
But we are with you the firstborn, and therefore capable of loving!
The blinding glare-crafty play Patterned in the foliage,
Their reflections so many faces and so their light is absolute.
In the alleys until the air and the leaves on the branches is,
And the wind and gentle, and the south takes your cloud ...
Bobs sky and the city, rock dreams and dreams,
Seasons - the colors of the traffic lights are replaced as the flaps
. Green - yellow and red on me without looking, you,
On August rhinestone star - the color of gold in September.