the lines in your palms
have caused so much diversion
though not a fault of your own
and despite all these distresses
and misfortunes, oh boy, one
must learn to live somehow with
what your palms have in all
these times.
you are bound and held captive
by your fate and the face of fate
is seeing you with so much
understanding.
be patient and stay as cool as
you are, and when all of these are
over, Fate shall speak its final
word with you.
Congratulations, it will say,
you have lived that kind of life
so well....
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