In the city of my birth,
Folks are passionate about the game of chess,
Why do they love this?
No one knows, I guess.
Uneasy things always exist on earth,
Subjective takes only make things worse,
What’s wrong, what’s right,
It’s tricky to decide!
Walk pass the shadows that haunt,
I hear the voice of my aunt:
“Do your own part alright,
grace your faith, No fight.”
This is my entry 4 Thursday Poets Rally Week 40, every poet is invited, welcome joining us,
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I was nominated The Perfect Poet Award by deadpoet88 at
Thanks a lot, I humbly take it here xxx
and pass it to the following poets for Week 40 The Perfect Poet Award…