I remember golden-domed churches of greatness

I remember golden-domed churches of greatness.
I saw and remember their cold fever.
Forever it tooked me away in a new guise,
Of poems all-saving joyful genre.

And lines began with raspberry melodies,
Of churches and domes toked my breath away.
At time,
When my verse will take attention,
I will Understand
Not lone at curse.

I pray candlelight to icon Madonna,
I conjure The Cross, prayer magician.
For now to build pallet forms,
I fall down to eyes, looks fascinating.

I fight the duels of wins at past.
Sometimes full of scares, sometimes bloodthirsty.
Again planet rings gathered by power,
When rhymes in pair at ones so impressive.

Original text on Russian:
http://www.stihi.ru/2011/04/22/7158

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