i look at the lines
of my palms
as told by you
i had a glance of
yours
and the stars are
twinkling for you
i look at my palms
again
and see a storm
at night i reflect
upon all these
and i keep on saying
'damn these self-made
storms!
these lines, mere
creations of beliefs
go to poetry my love
is telling me
find the best in you.
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