White candles of the last love

Written by: E Tain

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