shifting of the stars
he translates to fate’s favor
the old fakir
awaits the gold coin
in exchange for
what we want to hear
poetry and some more
poetry and some more
shifting of the stars
he translates to fate’s favor
the old fakir
awaits the gold coin
in exchange for
what we want to hear
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Nicole
… And thus we create our own fate… all for a gold coin…
l enjoyed reading your post.You too have an interesting blog.Probably our thoughts had met some where in time.My regards.jalal
Thank you for visiting & your feedback Jalal. Yes, perhaps all thoughts meet somewhere some time. :-)
Greetings,
Thank you for this. The first line is dreamlike to me.
All good wishes,
robert
So he wants the gold coin to tell you what you want to hear. He couldn’t do it without getting paid?