At last the autumn has become.
I hated summer every minute.
Was lying in a cold blue bath
of ice and snow I was dreaming.
I'll go to a park
today or soon.
Will pick some leaves and brown arcons
will eat a sandwich on a bench
and think of life.
But,
there is no point.
There is no point
© Copyright: Екатерина Передереева, 2015
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