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universe in my hands
The stars bloomed
as the narrow rivulets streamed across
the terrain of my palms;
forming islands, peninsulas, chains...
whole map of my life
came alive...
The high and low planetary mounts
on my mushy rosy manus
marked my characteristics;
planets, constellation
sun and moon
carved my fate,
once a palmist said...
but unaware that destiny lies
within our own hands
It's the neurons in my brain
and feelings in my soul
that decides my deeds
and take control
of the choices I make
changing the course of these
faint lines ...
Yes,
my universe lies in my own hands
as the narrow rivulets streamed across
the terrain of my palms;
forming islands, peninsulas, chains...
whole map of my life
came alive...
The high and low planetary mounts
on my mushy rosy manus
marked my characteristics;
planets, constellation
sun and moon
carved my fate,
once a palmist said...
but unaware that destiny lies
within our own hands
It's the neurons in my brain
and feelings in my soul
that decides my deeds
and take control
of the choices I make
changing the course of these
faint lines ...
Yes,
my universe lies in my own hands
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