Pavel Kogan. (№ 218957)

Autumn again is squares,
Maples old gilding,
Me again, in nothing believing
For a stranger to pass ways.
Me again, bit her lips,
No hope to wait for something,
Pretending to be funny and rude
To cry, to fight and to grieve.
And again, tired of the anxiety,
Smiling meekly, "Let",
To take over their roads,
Quiet, misty, longing and sadness.