Make your own golden fortune,
blessed fate, or good intentions.
Let them flood, spill, saturate this
disgruntled world. Let them clothe,
feed, cool and cure. Let them choose
the food you eat, the clothes you wear,
let them be the only air you breathe,
the stars that wait patiently in place,
while you sleep and dream about your
golden fortune, blessed fate and good
intentions. They are the lingering
bouquet of your bittersweet perfume.
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
Image: Inside Kremlin, via Wallpapers13
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