Life is a game
That twists and turns,
A humble name
In the sky that burns,
People play each other’s souls like chess,
They conceal something,
Something they confess.
A dark crow
Symbolizes the mind,
A huge ship
Leaves the haven behind…
Life is a game
With a huge set of rules,
Our instincts are tamed
By a celestial noose.
A poetic derivative based on a work of the following poet
http://stihi.ru/2017/01/27/10340
Life is a game after Запах Звёзд
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