A tree I saw is fully yellow.
It means that fall has lit the cigarette.
We are alike - I am her fellow.
We both do smoke: one-trees, the other-me.
There is a flavor in the air;
A misty flavor of burned leaves.
Fall is a heavy smoker, so it's fair
That I have fired up believes.
And as the leaves are falling,
The ash of dreams is spraying, too.
The air is full of wasted bodies,
But nobody does even have a clue.
The tree I'm looking at is yellow.
I know, its leaves will soon fall down.
And so I take a cigarette, to let it
Do the same: the job that fall has done.
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© Copyright: Александр Снитко 2, 2016
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