In the square.
Looking up to take the air.
It is a lovely day.
But she know that anyway.
A shadow cast on the ground.
The fortune teller
turns around.
Not forseen and not fortold.
This fortune teller is very old.
On this time
on this day.
The fortune teller
passed away.
The fortune teller passed away.What a subtle poem is this? My salutation! Roy thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a surprise ending! It's definitely thought provoking and ironic. Good work! -Michael