Autumnal gloom and melancholy..
Sergey Fyodorovich Fyodorov
...I look out the window
Early in the morning...
I see someone running...
From the first entrance
To the second...
A dash...
...and I knew at once:
IT’S GLOOM!
The autumnal kind...
That’s how IT
Multiplies...
A dash... into the doorway
And into the silk of the doors...
Autumnal gloom and melancholy...
Like the flu.
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