black chessboard...
white chessboard...
and you moved your army...
on my bodys` map...
amazing me your moving...
so i kissed you...
kiss you and a soldier falls down...
kiss you and a castle breaksdown...
kiss you and a minister killed...
and befor a last kissing...
hearing your voice, ..
says...
your king is dead...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As a chess player, I was drawn to the title. Nice try. Keep your talent flowing!