The Fortune Teller
I wander in a trackless desert
Eyes squinting, scanning the desert horizon
Parched land, and so does my heart seem
Oh where could I find an oasis to cool my feet
Desert storms blow, I close my eyes
Some shadow approaching me
What is it, my love gone by?
The wind whistles, nay it is a fortune teller
Her wrinkled face smiles, hands me a card
What is it? A camel print?
Says she, it is a symbol of love
You will have a second chance
I safely hide the card within the folds of my diary
15 years have since gone by, the print faded
I look at the man by my bedside
My fortune cookie, I inwardly smile
Copyright © Venetia Crasta | Year Posted 2023
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