The ChessA Poem by Kate AKSIt's not about chess. The Chess An empty field. All dead, forgotten. No pawn would Became the next Queen. All armies failed In attempts to save The King of their own color. And left just two On an empty field. No one would ever Name it a failure or a massacre It would be one more draw. 30.09.2025
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