On the board of life, the game takes its start,
the king, feeling fragile, bears a heavy heart.
Sometimes you’ll sense the weight of despair,
like a pawn seeking solace, lost in the air.

Dreams are like horses that yearn to ascend,
but dark days can leave you longing for friends.
At times, love feels like a shadowed quest,
like a toppled tower, a heart in unrest.

The queen shines bright, a beacon of bliss,
but can hide away in the depths of abyss.
Remember that love, though it may stray,
always finds its way back, like the light of day.

In life’s fierce battle, there are highs and lows,
the bishops observe as frustration grows.
And in the mirror, you may find your doubt,
but from the ashes, your strength will sprout.

Time marches on, and the pawns meet their fate,
each move is crucial, don’t leave it to fate.

In solitude, the soul may feel trapped,
but hope is a compass, guiding the mapped.

Birth is the start of a journey so wide,
childhood is laughter, a joyous ride.
And at the end of the path, looking back,
the moves that we made guide us on track.

Though the king may face his final plight,
life is a game where love is the light.
With every move, every laugh, every call,
there’s always a spark, there’s always it all.


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