It felt as though magic sprinkling from
the sun. Wishes and wants bloomed as
though bed of hyacinth and rose. April
arrives carrying more poems than sane
poets could handle.
Ah! ‘The Fool card’ usually, represents a
new beginning, (and consequently) end
to something in our old life. The fortune
teller flashed a knowing smile.
I gasp at the possibility of heart stirring
information. Holding onto anticipation
and resolve, prepared to set sail on new
journey without a trace of doubt.
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