Apples On A Tree Among Green Leaves In Autumn Stock Photo

I came to the garden of love Once upon a time I came here many times, Here the apple trees stood in bloom in the spring and in the fall the red apples glowed in the sun, On the benches are tall girls in white dresses, The singing of the birds was enchanting, And these streams among the trees towards the avenue of white light, I remember all this very well. What about the tombstone now? This chapel leans to the right, There are cracks in the glass of the front door, Warning sign: God will punish Priests walk among the graves, In black robes with metal crosses, Black crows circle in the sky, They croak as if they are saying: “Do you know where you haven’t been yet?” As if a cold wind were burning the face.