A Reflection of the Board State

Winter slowly embraces,A cold country home,Filled now with wistful feelings,And of things I left undone. Letters scattered on the desk,These tearful goodbyes,From someone I used to know,Unless that too was a lie. Near the window, the whispers,Words I wished unsaid,A friendly game unfinished,White to move, but black is dead. Negligence transforms the room,My proud illusion,Untouched … Continue reading A Reflection of the Board State