For Marina Tsvetaeva Poem by Liza Sud

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!