The princess is walking around the puddles, The princess is ..
Added 2024-07-19 01:06:11 +0000 UTCThe princess is walking around the puddles,
The princess is in a hurry to cook dinner.
He will come to the kitchen, put coffee on,
The princess's business is not so bad.
Smoking in an armchair is, alas, a habit,
Looking sadly at the flame of the match.
Two cups of coffee, then a book,
And again, the evening is shorter than a blink.
The princess will press the bed with a sigh,
And she will respond with a short – oh.
He will turn off the lamp – his friend,
To the service tomorrow, and again – in a circle.
The evening city is flickering with light,
The princess is walking, walking proudly.
No one is the lord, no one is the bride.
Yes, yes, without a throne and a kingdom.
After all, it happens: you will be born somewhere.
You see, you made a mistake – the wrong planet.
And the knight will feed the cat somewhere,
But what can you do, there is no horse?
He will put a large bowl of rice on it,
With quiet longing, he will take a cutlet...
and sit down with a book...Already without light,
With the moon alone shining in the window...
Maybe there, in the distance, at least somewhere?
His princess is falling asleep now...
because it just so happens that there are no dragons,
And where to look for her, it is unclear....
Among the hateful brick slopes?
Where only the alarm clock is ringing clearly...
A princess is walking, bypassing puddles...
a knight is in a hurry, in the middle of the winter cold...
the wrong century, the wrong planet...
Maybe they will collide at least somewhere? 💖
