WALKS ALONG THE PATHS OF AUTUMN

Walks along the paths of autumn,
on poles ellipsis moons ....
Years passed polyphony,
as the cold lips kiss. sad lonely bench under birch trees along the pond you said to me: -Sudar, do not you dare turn again here. I wander through the empty alleys Notwithstanding Your ban. You love chickenpox ... Well, I, as you can see, no.