Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Fortune cookie poem.

Soon, a visitor shall delight you
he said
At night, the visitor shall arrive
I asked
Yes, the forture teller answered

On the legde of the window
I was
Soon, the vistor shall appear
I thought
Wrong, I was

The visitor never came
He lied
Naive, I was to believe
his lies
The truth, will never rise

4 comments:

  1. Wow, I like it! Good work. Can you tell us what it means?

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  2. But but but... why were you on a window? Who is the visitor?

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