Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Yearning deep inside for answers to life.
Look to a Teller of fortune. 
Will she tell? 
Or will she take?

Her knowledge kept in a crystal ball. 
Unto her it only unlocks its secrets. 
Or doth it really have any?
Is it just a ball?
Made of fine crystal?

Unreadable eyes, murky black, 
Like a muddy swamp.


Oh fortune teller,
I plead, tell me mine?

Or hath thou taken mine?

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