Dendrite like
Broken apart are fate lines
Shall mend it
For not a predestined fate
But a destiny created by own hands
Bleeds the line of fate
Engraved on palm
Not inherited
But build by own sweats
The river that runs its own course
Shall be the boat on that river
Striving to reach the coast
The coast of desires
Built upon the dreams of childhood
Like that teenage passed
Wonder will adulthood fade away
In longing desires of heart…
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Love this take on palmistry with its lines leading to fate etc. An inspiring read spills that urges us run our own course to define our own future.
Thank you so much dear Fay
I am glad you liked my take
Palmistry is a mystery
Something unknown to one
Since unknown, so i guess we can only mend our deeds
Love the allusion to "the coast of desires, built upon the dream of childhood". Those dreams were sweet and ours to strive for. Beautiful!
Thanks dear Bella
I am glad I could capture that moment efficiently
And your kind words are much appreciated
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