White Candles of the Last Love

Leaves of trees so tired for a summer is writhing rusting . Chestnuts are blossoming again, trusted in luxury of heat. believed in madness of the weather, they are opening in the autumn, as sign of the last tired love and... are scorching completely. White candles! the trees as if compose a fire by naked branches, and petal by petal - the former hopes are descending in the Oblivion. Carelessly, Without sense, Without a seed ... there is the sentence of the last love