Fortune tellingA Poem by Fin BuckleyAnd I will be here every day afterI met a girl In a flower patch again Today. She had green skin, Three eyes, And long, silver hair That hid the fact That she had no ears. She watched me approach And cautiously sit in
front of her, Reaching out for her To take my hands in her
own. She closed her eyes and
her third eye opened, A murky dance of color Swiftly stirring in her
iris as she concentrated. “You will face great
misfortune In the area of love,” She claimed, thumbs softly
circling my palms. I didn’t need her to tell
me that, though, I had been here every day
since I found her. © 2017 Fin BuckleyReviews
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AuthorFin BuckleyAboutI simply enjoy writing. Let the littlest things inspire you, and let that inspiration run wild. You will find yourself making a lot of art when you do. more..Writing
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