Poetry Corner: The Horseman
The Horseman “I was a chess piece you handled. A horseman polished and free. You cuddled me inside your warm soft palms. Where I thought I, Would always be. You moved all the pieces around me. We sat in a golden chair. I watched as you pushed many over. It hurt me but I kept your care. You fondled me as if you knew me. You kept me in pockets of time. I carried so…
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