the White Queen
close to where the Black Knight lay
on the cobbles somewhere faraway
deep inside the confines of the courtyard
on that Summers day
knows that they're not all the same
those look-alike pieces replacing the slain
so the Unicorn sings from his tapestry frame
and we sit in the shade
lean 'gainst the wall
tapping our feet
to nothing at all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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