*** <br /> <br /> It was autumn when the moon was ashamed because of us. A Messenger came from his dark side. <br /> Then my bridegroom costume awoke from its millennial drowsiness, rushed to the bridge end and stabbed the woman fallen in imponderability.<br /><br />Horatiu Stamatin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-was-autumn/
