Let met The mare of the sun, galloping over!
She brings New year with great ideas of the flame!
Her mane is waving with no wind while crossing over
To our side, where red will get immortal fame.
She s called the Flamare Sun for reason, that we know.
She ll raise the brightest sun to banish hate and cold!
We ll join hands like brothers under flaming glow,
As we are chomping at the bit to get behold!
The arrogants with wealth will be surrended quiсkly,
As the are hearing the footfall of flaming horse.
Our selfish gentelcolts will stop their being chekky,
As flame mare bucks the mansion gates under our curse!
The Flamare Sun
© Copyright: Николай Миролюбов, 2026
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