The autumn beauty of Cibulka park

An autumn walk in Cibulka on a Machov theme: The silver wind sounded the notes of falling leaves... the yellowish youth with cold breath caresses the brownish age of the dress its skin, the rusty leaves lose the fetus its mother bark, its family flies upwards, the silver wind in the roof of the castle falls in a light breeze along the cracked locks here ...he loses his breath, falls and falls to the dry ground, where the moment he falls, he immediately falls asleep forever... And our age...