Midnight Thoughts on Palmistry

by nameless   Mar 24, 2013


I hold your palm
face up
while you sleep
investigating the prints and creases
like the divine stitches
sewn by a gypsy ghost.

Each night
as you slept your way through the twilight
she sewed destiny upon your hand
from the mount of Neptune
to the tips of your fingers.

Its all there.

You hold the galaxy in one hand.

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  • 11 years ago

    by The Poet Behind The Poems

    This was such an amazing poem, I loved the while story behind it

    investigating the prints and creases
    like the divine stitches
    sewn by a gypsy ghost.

    This was amazingly worded such vivid images given here , the word stitches is really powerful and
    Perfectly fits with gypsy ghost.

    I'm impressed 5/5 and in my favs

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