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An educator of fortune

I came across a thought 
My mind it caught
Of the bygone that I lived
From which I was ripped 
For the rest of my life

All I took was a glance 
Of a tutor of chance
With whom I wish to hold hands
Over all these lumping lands
For the rest of my life

I ask her why a blue sky
She shoots back why
I can take no more of this emotion 
Such of that of a fateful bitter potion
For the rest of my life 

I take a glimpse of the monastery 
To which I hold the pass of entry
At the bricks that were carved of enlightenment 
And at the steady environment 
For the rest of my life 

Now I sit on her throne 
Delighted to be her clone
If this were not the end
For her I would have sent
For the rest of my life  

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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