Anastasiya

I am writing you Anastasiya, wherein finding a true spark of hope, of everlasting pixie dust enshrouded with a lavish golden hoop (encircled by wonderwomans' rope), I'd like to bring you where I cannot go alone to bring you manna trees and ceiling wax attended by Captain Hook, Oprah Winfrey, and Geraldo, without leaving any tracks, A place you can only imagine with my assistance, and with fire, a place you'd like to be, with you my queen, and me yr sire, We'd ride a giant elephant sled like Hannibal with his men, On top the Alps we'd Aesop like pals, and do it all again, I'd court you to a different drum, a beat you could not ignore, a jumblaya of the soul, albeit something more, A place of comfort, and respite, where we could both reflect on wondrous candles, throwing sandalsand numerous sand to collect, So come with me Anastasiya, and I'll bring you more than flowers, of ubiquitous omniscient fervor, arranged over surrounding hours...