Friday, January 8, 2016


Consequences of a move
A chess play every time
Each action is a chance to prove
The rhythm and the rhyme
The king is set and pawns arrayed
The queen, in glory, waits
Upon the precipice we stayed
Surveying all the traits
The piecemeal view which we discern
Leaves vistas unremarked
The learnings that we do not learn
Leaves mankind un-embarked
The wings to fly beyond the cliff
Are in our very soul
We only need to ask an if
To find that we are whole


© 2016 whickwithy


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