Loc-Dog. traffic light (№ 412165)

But someone's evil machine is an "iron killer" from the corner,
Traffic lights will deceive to replace all colors.
And tons of rough metals so fragile you,
My dear you, before my eyes,
and I'm rushing hopelessly to save her.
Under her head carefully put flowers -
And you will found a smile, as if you knew how to die,
And I read the first poems in a hurry.