By the warm fog

By the warm fog Shred the leaf with axillary powder, Autumn feels like a tired face The watercolor-pure sound is “piano”. Chamomile is here to disappear between the herbs, And I'm asking you to find a small fungus, It's autumn to beat both thickly - In the open air, music settles over the loaf. On your feet, go to your apartment, The shadow of the smichka fell on the grass - I autumn the all-kingly hand You will guide it along the strings of a woman’s summer. All the colors of the eternal cycle, All sounds and tunes are unknown The Wisdom of God was placed on the easel, May the Lord appear to us in this beauty.