It's the time of fortune cookies,
No confusion, no conceit.
I'm a writer, I am looking,
I record just what I see.
Some describe me as obnoxious,
Some prefer to disbelieve.
I was born to tell your fortunes,
I was meant to use my gift.
Colours weave a dancing pattern,
People bustle, sounds explode,
In the blaze of scarlet lanterns
I am walking down the road.
All is visible to seers,
Souls are floating, sane or mad,
Some are treacherous and seedy,
Some are innocent and sad.
It's the time of golden dragons,
Painted silks and juggling flames.
Some will say that I am bragging,
Some that I detest this fame.
Paths are written, straight or crooked,
Though a mountain craves its sea.
I'm a writer, I am looking.
I record just what I see.
Май, 2009
Time of fortune cookies
© Copyright: Кристина Девулите, 2009
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