A sorcerer once looked
at my palm and held my
arm to enthrone destiny
in the deep criss-cross lines.
For I was young with crimson
blood , momentary bubble
bursted at my insolence.
The sneaky destiny flew out
of my palm and sat on a
very high wall.
“ Now what?” I asked
The sorcerer took my
destiny in his shack.
Resolute I never showed
a palm or counted stars
for Mars or Venus,
nothing is ever sealed
in gold.
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Absolutely well said. No sorcerer can predict your destiny, party in our hand and partly it depends on destiny itself
I’m so glad you liked it, great insight 👍
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Lovely. I like the way you ended this piece.
Hey thanks dear for your kind words, glad you like the ending.
This is absolutely beautiful work 🤩
Thanks a lot dear, truly appreciate it. I’m glad you liked it.
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A wonderful post, thank you for sharing it.
Hi thanks a lot for your kind words, truly appreciate it. Regards.
another evocative piece 😊
Where is so much evocation coming from 🙄
beats me
ha ha ha I am otherwise least romantic!
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