Fancy rings and a crystal ball
The fortune teller knows all.
Asks you a question
Which leads to a confession.
Confessions and body language repacked
She confirms problems you had cracked.
Solutions and potions,
Actions to put into motion.
Satisfied with the advice
You leave without thinking twice.
She whispers 'Darling, I work using deceit
And hand you a receipt.
Love, work and death are an intricate mess,
One that I too am trying to untangle, I confess.'
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Mosaic
Poetry'For what is love if not a beautiful mosaic of happiness and pain?' A collection of original short poems on topics that I feel most people relate to or know about but don't often speak about. Feedback is welcome and appreciated ❤️ Highest Rank: #8 ...
