There is a man who is an adroit player.
He drowns himself into too much playing.
He sometimes lost, and seldom won.
Everyone envies him,
For he has never-give-up trait.
Whatever obstacles the game had,
It had been easy for him to have ways.
But this time, this game is new to him;
Life and death is at stake.
Only the strongest heart and mind can survive.
It's not only the game he's been battling of,
Its rules and consequences trouble him too.
This gives him difficulty to slay the game.
Thus, he concedes.
The game is now over to him.
Game Over
by Sai Tama
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Words to Wander
PoetryWords To Wander is a collection of prose and poetries out of random thoughts and emotions that you can somewhat fonder, reflect and learn. Start reading and let those words wander with you. Be inspired!
