Alexander Semenovich Kushner. (№ 342486)

There was a branching road, but soon came together again
Both branches - one. What does it do, I don't know.
For eh, so we know who to wait
Could be: the chase? Slip - stay on the edge,
Not seen, deciduous, damp-dappled shade.
Or maybe, once invented sleeve, the branch
For those dreamers that want to be alone
And, the motor is drowning, to hear the Nightingale singing?