Fortuna

I write poems

It’s a creation from me

Maybe because I know ‘him’

‘He’ forms words and sentences

Otherwise, I am blurred

I am praying ‘him’ to be tentative

I don’t wanna stop writing

It’s the only fortune I have left with

It’s my silver and gold

Helped me see through the love myths.

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