~•HOROSCOPE•~

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Mysterious massacre marvelously written,
Never reveals about the real author,
You glide and slide,
All over the tide,
You weep or glee over the sown seed,
Yet could never really read.

Until you get trained upon,
With skills that blossom on and on,
The one who becomes the reader,
Can't get it rewritten.

Yes its the horoscope,
At times it becomes the horror-scope,
Keeping every happenings as records,
Connecting all the cosmic chords.

Pacifying the former persecution,
Unveiling the forthcoming execution,
People say it makes the world revolve,
Maybe or not but it still evolve.

You may explore it wisely,
And abide but, no choosing,
It may grow timid to cosy,
Or the reverse ceded to echoing.

Of doings in your time,
Of past present and future,
Or of the black hole that stay mime,
Anyways, it depends on how you nurture.

Agreed statements are to be believed, Cautions are welcomed to be relieved,
It's not the only hope,
But is the only scope,
Maybe we like it or not,
It's the shadow tied as a knot.

♋🔅❤🔅❤🔅♋

This work is about the experience of horoscoping. It feeds the greed of knowing the future and pacifying the past. So fascinating as well as loathing, all together in a perfect combo. Feed me your views too.

With love,
Yaris🔆

With love,Yaris🔆

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