For Marina Tsvetaeva

We'll be grabbing a loop of Yelabuga, sure! We don't need any books... We will write our own. But embroiling a sap through a straw so juicy, we'll be ferment as it haunts like shadow of Louis... And by Marina's shadow We'll bring down the walls of the very old castle, where we walked yesterday. And a scimitar theme moonlessly overhangs And she is - from Marina. greenery - are her eyes! Purple flash of the steps by licentiousness rainbows. rhyme will take out a flex, like Commander himself. Ice and Fire will meet Resurrection of Ladogs. Taking out from a loop the remembering in cry!