Yellow dahlia bush is huge, and bright, and dense,
Leaning against the fence, to passerby he sends
The drop of lavish tint at gloomy autumn days
A message for snow winds - a bunch of amber beads.
And woven by the leaves -a carpet at feet falls ,
And at the height of sense - as if you lonely were,
Where two worlds converge, life melts, death in approach,
The silence of the sky, and waters calm amd warm.
In someone's beads of days that yellow dahlia stays
As link between the past and coming future days.
In distance V of birds will be a small black point,
Behind it - not the end, but just new move and turn.
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