The September air is filled with the melody of decline.
Smells of perfume and chocolate fill the space around.
In the autumn park all around me parkour fans are dancing jig.
Here are the dame and the huckster discussing the novel "Ulysses".
At a distance there’s the сop, like a kite, seeking out the victim.
And the lady-slut in a nipped dress is beckoning the timid clients.
The September air is filled with the melody of decline.