DismissedA Poem by IndaDismissed
Automatic your dismissal, your thoughts are small minded, blinded by an old book. Moves like a rook. The knight is swift in the night,in search of the queen. Beauty remains unseen. The king remains still, his fat belly, pastry filled. © 2013 Inda |
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