NaPoWriMo 13 – fortune cookie

What can I say?

My heart heard yours, calling

Like a trapped bird,

And the heart makes its own choices.

 

 

I don’t think fortune cookies are a “thing” in the UK, but I do like a cup of Yogi Tea, and every bag comes with a little mantra to contemplate while it’s brewing. I think the title for this poem is possibly longer than the poem itself, but there you go.

 

 

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