![]() Wild Horses RaceA Poem by Cristina Moldoveanu![]() a pacifist poem![]() I’m asking you, man. When you have tamed the knight to skip the chess table’s squares, were you thinking only about snowless wars ?
Between white and black, striking each other, including their bishops, you have decided to banish all gray shades.
Your horse knelt in his harness with his sousing curb bit in that fierce battle where chivalry clatters and bugles were singing the last confession for many.
But at a far distance, on unknown pathways, wild horses were racing like storms, warming with their hearts the grasses, the clear blue sky and the vultures’ flight. © 2012 Cristina Moldoveanu |
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Added on July 8, 2012 Last Updated on July 8, 2012 Author![]() Cristina MoldoveanuBucharest, RomaniaAboutPoor and alone, getting old in Bucharest, Romania more..Writing
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