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so thirsty for knowledge,
full of energy, a little shy,
but ready for love and adventures,
ready to live and play the game
although she did not know how to play it;
she would have played it anyway.
at the beginning there were the pawns.
one after another, all eight
disappeared fast from the chessboard.
it started to be interesting,
time passed so quickly,
the game continued.
she was young , full of love
and not so shy any more;
she was playing the game:
two bishops followed, one after another;
one move and they were gone forever;
then one of the horses changed the whole game into her favor;
big shock , big surprise!
two more moves and the game was over.
checkmate !
she is still young and full of knowledge now,
she knows the game very well,
but the game is over.
she is looking at the empty chessboard
holding tight a chess piece:
a white horse.
Poetry by anton roxana
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Written on 2013-06-01 at 20:06
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chess
she was very young , naive and curious ,so thirsty for knowledge,
full of energy, a little shy,
but ready for love and adventures,
ready to live and play the game
although she did not know how to play it;
she would have played it anyway.
at the beginning there were the pawns.
one after another, all eight
disappeared fast from the chessboard.
it started to be interesting,
time passed so quickly,
the game continued.
she was young , full of love
and not so shy any more;
she was playing the game:
two bishops followed, one after another;
one move and they were gone forever;
then one of the horses changed the whole game into her favor;
big shock , big surprise!
two more moves and the game was over.
checkmate !
she is still young and full of knowledge now,
she knows the game very well,
but the game is over.
she is looking at the empty chessboard
holding tight a chess piece:
a white horse.
Poetry by anton roxana
Read 593 times
Written on 2013-06-01 at 20:06
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