Here is a princess...
Here is a princess bypassing the puddles - She's in a hurry to cook yummies for dinner. As soon as she gets there, she makes some coffee scalding the soul of a tiny glass pot... Wraps in the blanket, sits on a sofa dropping some lines on the piece of paper - Hurray, such a talent! Alas, such a habit... Admiring sadly how the storm's going on... Two cups of coffee a book and fresh cookies -The evening is shorter than sweetness of moments... The evening city is flickering with light, Here is a princess walking so proudly... Nobody's the lord, nobody's the bride, There is no throne, no hymn and no kingdom... She is the princess of poems and freedom. What? After all, it sometimes happens: You were born somewhere, Perhaps too far, on a different planet.