the game
Gently, she sighed.
Brightly, he stared.
Praying in the dark
Gentle night
in the gentle air
As a thousand stars
Glared down on the tick-tock world.
As the clouds gathered
And shrouded
and the lonely owl
Played sentinel
to an existence
Centered, playing
with values - and in
an inside room, another
piece is played, shuffled
across to KB-3
and a stifled yawn
with outflung arm
ends then game.
Gently, they
Died.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem