The king took off his helmet in a minute of respite,The Bosworth's field was covered mist...Enemies stronger (let will be cursed their graves)But true with us - with it we win!He threw the helmet and smiled grimly,Ruffled his shorn cre...

I close the eyes - the world lost his borders.Real only my palm and surface beneath it.Under your skin hidden a source of melting For the glaciers of Antarctic, for endless snowfields.The spine for pert fingers like slope for mountain skis...