NOVEMBER DAYS
My Dearest Leyla,
Today, the end of a nasty November.
Somebody plucked my Chrysanthemum.
Somebody damaged my car.
And my business has not been doing well.
Who bothers about them?
I remember those November days
And long for my two ladies.
They are naked and play the music of Naked Truth.
My two ladies - you and your violin.
Your two audiences - me and my Teddy Tulin.
G G Gench