The Crystal Ball, poetry written by Henry Bladon at Spillwords.com
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The Crystal Ball

The Crystal Ball

written by: Henry Bladon

 

False hope.

Like waiting for a train that never comes
or a plane that is delayed.

It is not possible
to make sense of false promises
and routes to salvation
from nothing more
than pictures in a crystal ball.

Certainty is better represented
by the feather from a passing bird
as it flutters to the floor.

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