Garden
Eighth
painted green
when this time comes the father
introducing the green home evening
he doesn't say much
he's tired gray fatigue
early to bed to sleep
I can see through walls down the branches
its may garden
with ancient black-and-white photography
on my palms are falling the emerald drops
...cozy
and rebelliously
Victor Neborak
The thought of inIRS:
In my opinion it is the memories of old people, when it is already evening, that is the age, he looked at the old photo recalls his past,that is green and blooming garden. Through tears and wishes that these years will never come back.