Posted in Limerick

Day 175: My Psychic Told Me

“Your stars tell me he will meet you on a train,”
Overjoyed, I ran out before I could ascertain,
which track would lead to my destined mate.
Now I suffer the cruelest of fates.
Because I love but we met on the plane.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

AN: Those who know me, know that sometimes I can get a  bit caught up in the idea of destiny. So just wanted to have some fun with the idea. I hope you enjoy it.

Still working on my Limericks. I love poetry that can make people laugh. I still have to work more on the rhythm and the rhyming.

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