Illusions

Fortune Teller, will you tell me,
what my future holds?
Will my lover go, and leave me,
will my heart grow cold?
Will good fortune smile upon me,
Will I have a child?
Will there ever be somebody,
who can se, I'm growing wild?
Fortune Teller, will you tell me,
all I wish to hear?
Help me carry my great sorrow,
help me look upon my fear!
Do we know, how Fortune Tellers
find the strength—to hold us up?
We can't see them—in the twilight,
drinking from a bitter cup.

by Gabrielle Weinberger Harless

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