I breathed in the eye of the sun heat
Frost needles snitched on his cheeks
And the snow crunched like broken glass
Through the ages covered a warm brain
As the flame is lit by white wax
Stihogemma (poems and face) exhibited at the Museum of Stamps, at the Museum of them. FM Dostoyevsky, at the International Festival in galleries and Mediapoetry Petersburg
Frost needles snitched on his cheeks
And the snow crunched like broken glass
Through the ages covered a warm brain
As the flame is lit by white wax
Stihogemma (poems and face) exhibited at the Museum of Stamps, at the Museum of them. FM Dostoyevsky, at the International Festival in galleries and Mediapoetry Petersburg