This Book

 

This Book


Opened up

What kind of diary are you;

Thoughts turned into marks ?


In the alchemy of your imagination

I see the ripples of creation

Thought waves radiating,

Sometimes

A momentary pause


To read this palm

Now the next

Look up and wait,

Until you see its story.




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