You like a Cyclone came with comments
and covered like snow all my poems.
Like Cyclone lied on strong Ivan,
his white-snowy European part.
This cyclone's named as Daniella
broke atmospheric pressure level.
One poet named Cyclone a virgin,
Like virgin was Saint John of Kronstadt.
And in this avalanche I went alone.
And many people thought: 'I am alone'.
But they were inside love of Daniella
and saint Ivan - small parts of loving God.
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