The cards of chance

the cards pf chance
space mix time in a pack

look at the picaro furious
who takes a turn never to return

in numbers free to set the fire

her words flirting with death and madness
her king is scratching the queen
her crown is smashing the soldiers

spears vengeful a poker suspect
the towers crashes

sevens are dropped out her hands
threes rolled out from out of her sleeve
and not a single ace had a heart

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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