May 2011

I will gently pick up my tea,
drink,
and he will tell my fortune
from the leaves.
Trust your heart I’ll say
don’t dance on the lines,
throw away the cards.

Listen to my heart beat,
not the beats!
You need not predict
to find your way here.
Don’t count the stars
to anticipate an answer,
ask me…

Your sign is not your path
these veins are.
Your charms will never
substitute me
as prolific as it might sound.
Hold on to my hand
not my pasts…
Kiss my lips of jewels
and you will need no guidance.

Ewelina Nowakowska
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Ewelina Nowakowska  Pennsylvania
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