Lines..

only if i could ever get to change my destiny ..

Embedded in my palms, there were lines that I couldn't change

destiny finally pinned me down, making me derange

If the scheme of events, I’m ever allowed to rearrange

a lifetime of miseries for a moment of love, I’ll exchange..

Reviews

[Arabdha]

deep and thoughtful..the picture goes along ..good job !

[JENY]

stoic…..
I am ready for the transaction….
Let us fix the deal…
Your lines….are bleeding…
Yaaaaar….

[Lindsey]

I like it, it reflects how most people fell but will not say.

[Cynthia]

Well, I ahvent studied palm reading, but as I learn from televisions, they do tell stories, I understand this poem! We can never change anyhting from our past, all we can do is to change the future! This poem is a great poem which leads readers to think, nice job!

[sweta'karman']

just keep your hands open to drive in everything......great

[Poetic Beauty]

I believe destinies can be changed. That with one decision it can all go in a different direction. I love this poem. Palm reading. It love how you describe it and hoping for a different path. This is simple but is all clearly described with great detail.

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change is only consistent thing! You have the power to change your destiny because quite frankly who knows for sure what your destiny is..expect a power much higher than us..

[Cherrie Palmer]

Two lines set in stone; the day you are born and the day you die all else is a gift from the creator

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

I often ask myself what you have expressed in this pithy strong piece of poetry.How much we try to resist destiny and want to believe that it is us in whose hands our own life lies but sometimes it is more wise to give away the reins of our life to destiny and let it flow..just as river does.

[Coyote Poetry]

I study the skill of palm reading. I can read a palm with very good skill. Funny thing the hands. They do tell a story of a life. Soft hands mean a easy life using the brain. Hard and strong hands mean a life of hard work. A very strong poem. I wonder do we really have choices? Is life arranged or are we on a wild journey with no real destiny? A excellent poem. You made me think. Thank you.
Coyote