The Lines Of Our Hands

I hold your hand
and with my finger
I follow each line
on your palm
Pain that left deep traces
Memories that are carved

I then hold my hand
next to yours
And click the paths,
connect the dots

No more loose ends
and lost ways
As the lines together
show a drawing
and tell a beautiful
story of love

©RoseGirl2019

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