Today I feel like I am beginning to awaken, like the beautiful flower that I know that I am. Here is a poem I wrote while I was waiting in line at the Motor Vehicles Department:
trace your finger
on my palm
and tell me what you see
do i have a life
a life
a life line?
do i have a love
a love
a love line?
do i have a fortune
a loss
a wisdom
line?
or am i just a hand
held over a heart
that broke to soon?
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6 comments:
I wouldn't think you'd be into palm reading because that's Hindu thing. I figured you'd be into fortune cookies and i ching.
My cousin Gary was into tea leaves too.
He died of an overdose
Are you for real? Do you think you are just being funny, or do you actually think like this? No offense.
You're talking to me?
Oh
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