divine your fortune

divine your fortune
in a shiny turtle shell
polished for centuries
by laughing faces
falling like bright chimes
in a different rain

roam you wonderous fly
fail not to unfold
the soil and its wavering flags
rhyming first nursery
with being no one at all
it might pay the bill



Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2018-01-18 at 15:06

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Always enjoy reading your poetry and always find some thoughts I enjoy:

"the soil and its wavering flags
rhyming first nursery
with being no one at all
it might pay the bill"

Love it.

Ashe
2018-01-21


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
brilliant :) I love "roam you wondrous fly, fail not to unfold"
2018-01-19