Autumn conjures. . .

  Color snowstorm swirls foliage
farewell pas
. . . . . . . humbly huddling in flocks. . . . . . .
Autumn Waltz. . . .
    It is full of magic!
You look closely. . . . No leaves. . . and violets
fly in the palm, torn from my lips,
inflorescence feelings, a bunch of hope. . .
In the tone of those violets, gentle - blue,
Poshila Autumn bright clothes. . .


Barks Potala fabulous outfit
Spinning virgin moth - desire. . .
Music sounds. . . butterflies fly
On turquoise violets spell. . .
Autumn conjures. . . Whispers: "I love you.."
Tore off the azure sun rune. . .
And pours waltz drippings October
Sound of rain silver string. . .
 

March