A Fortune-teller

With a beautiful blue dress
She covers her oversensitive soul.
She doesn't read minds but she reads faces.

It's not the first time for her
To play with her destiny
By telling the others theirs.

When you are gifted,
You can read signs
And this is only part of your mission.

She will go down in history,
Reading the officer's palm,
But the legend's even deeper.

She is the like of Kassandra.

(about the picture 'Fortune-teller' by Caspar Netscher from the Leiden art collection)


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