Prince A

He is such that you need to close your eyes to him.

Move away a little and don't make eye contact.

A dark fidget would look good next to him.

Whatever, he just looks good next to him.

It's a little blinding because of the light and blue in it,

You can't meet him when he's warm and only from sleep,

On an empty stomach, a cigarette and coffee, and only then -

Good morning, honey, how did you sleep?

He didn't write poetry, he didn't write, he spoke.

He played.

He is a baroque player, he is a trickster, he is a fakir,

He hasn't disappeared anywhere.

“I never left, it was you who left me.”

He didn't wait.

“I go with the flow” and don’t care about the drought.

And when

Dawn will not come, he will yawn and continue to sleep

What is he dreaming about?

He doesn't need any cavalry there or the king's army

Quiet. God is sleeping.