Smoke-blue evening

                Smoke-blue evening.


Rose-wood morning had gone
And yellow-leaf day is ending
Now it is smoke-blue evening
                Nothing will change it
Dim light is irritating my dream
Streets are full of poplar down
Between those mirros
                Nothing will change it
Feline steps beneath my window
Guiltless photo-pictures are burning
Now it is smoke-blue evening
                Nothing will change it


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