Vadim Shefner. (№ 347548)

Autumn jumped a yellow lynx
On the forest, the bushes of willow,
The whole day Golden leaves
Downstream the river flows.
In the world there is no death, no decay,
Light air - wine drunk,
And the pearl loose foam
Coastal glitters roots.
Who lie and say a sad fall,
That she poor and naked,
We also in this river throw -
Directly in gold, in pearls!