The Fortune Teller
In the midst of an enchanted forest,
Lost under the ragged woods,
Absorbed in his rumination,
I met a fortune teller...
I asked him,
What do you know about me?
What can you tell me about my obscure future?
Do know my sturdy past?
'O, young lady' said the fortune teller...
Don't worry about your future,
Don't think about your past,
Don't trust your fortune,
Simply follow your heart...
Vicissitudes trail every tiny creature,
Luck and fortunes are just a mirage,
I, the fortune teller, foretell your future,
Full of promises and risky paths...
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*Vicissitudes = ups and downs
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