There is this space
Like a maze
Holding me and you
Is this a game?
For there are horses and crowned
Are me and you.
There are soldiers small
The player is GOD
And his opponent destiny
Their soldiers fall
The horses move
And so do we.
They can drive us away
Keep us close
Take us out
It isn't our game
It's all in his name
We are just crowned.
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"BitterSweet"-A collection of love poems
Poetry"I leaned over my table shedding tears, scribbling broken words. I realised how relieving it was. Then started my wordplay. I had a troubled heart, I had to let it all out. These pieces helped me to express. I hoped to reach him. I hoped he would kn...
