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| Outdoor Chess |
Out in the
sun,
under my beguiled glances,
they stand
like works of art.
The motley
of colors,
the sparkle
of sunbeams
onto the
marble pieces,
beatifies my
garden.
With black
and white,
and some grey,
and, oh,
there is green, too,
and brown and blue,
how can I not
love this place
where I wait
for you?
Oh, how can’t
I?
