Battling each other- black and white,
which stone placed where,
who- is never a part of the equation,
that last pebble and end to the game.
As is how the world is,
but watched through a pair of rainbow glass,
the black of the dying trees- green and glowing,
cracks of the beating heart- red and pulsating,
a rhythm hidden in the ripples,
the grey spreading gradually- painted in blue.
......
Battling each other- black and white,
which stone placed where,
who- is never a part of the equation,
that last pebble and end to the game.
As is how the world is,
but watched through a pair of rainbow glass,
the black of the dying trees- green and glowing,
cracks of the beating heart- red and pulsating,
a rhythm hidden in the ripples,
the grey spreading gradually- painted in blue.
......