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Слушать(AI)The beauty of form to M.Muzychuk
Her mind is a temple
Full of eagles and owls,
A finely-tuned melody,
The rhythm of the sky.
Hands above figures,
A second of hesitation,
And a proper move.
A grasp of today,
The mystery of the past,
She keeps winning
With her flawless strategy,
With a prominent willpower.
© Maryna Tchianova
© Devoted to Mariya Muzychuk, an outstanding Ukranian chess player, a winner of several global contests.
Марина
My poetry doesn't reflect my feelings.
It mostly stems from observation and communication with the others and sometimes from long days of readin
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