HandsA Poem by Laura HarrisonI can’t stop
looking at my hands at the
whorls and lines engraved in them I wonder how
our lives can be mapped out in those lines before we
even have a chance to start living so maybe
there is another higher power somewhere out there deciding
what is destined to happen to us and I envy
all the palm readers in the world because if I
could predict my future just by inspecting my hands I would have
made better decisions and far less
mistakes. © 2014 Laura Harrison |
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Added on May 11, 2014 Last Updated on May 11, 2014 AuthorLaura HarrisonAshton-under-Lyne, Greater Manchester, United KingdomAboutMy name is Laura, I am 25 and I write poetry to understand life. more..Writing
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