Another old poem. This is a short one from a couple years ago. It’s a bit edgy, but I like it.
Of Chess and Life:
Oh how comforting and peaceful
To be enslaved by the dance
While pondering the next move
Within its’ world entranced
.
Heated with passion
Ruthlessly cold
In defensive fashion
Aggressively bold
.
Predicting in vain
How your plans will unfold
Ridiculous pleasure
Agony untold
.
Nikolay Terekhin
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