White Candles of the Last Love
Leaves of trees
so tired for a summer
is writhing rusting .
Chestnuts are blossoming again,
trusted in luxury of heat.
believed in madness of the weather,
they are opening in the autumn,
as sign of the last tired love
and...
are scorching completely.
White candles!
the trees as if compose a fire
by naked branches,
and
petal
by
petal
-
the former hopes
are descending
in
the
Oblivion.
Carelessly,
Without sense,
Without a seed ...
there is the sentence of the last love
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