Poezie
Chessboard Story
1 min lectură·
Mediu
you and I face to face
between us
the infinite limit
of the thought
one step to another step,
mine, yours
as pawns
on the day and night\'s diagonal
closer and closer
more and more
only three words are left
on the table
as pieces
lightening
the clouds beyond sun
for a magic ephemerality
in stalemate
until
daring the spirit and himself
the black bishop
said to the white queen
checkmate
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