The lines of fate on my hand, once so bright, faded into echo. The memory of his face in my dreams, once so luminous passed into shadow.

Farrah Naseem
The lines of fate on my hand, once so bright,...
The lines of fate on my hand, once so bright,...
The lines of fate on my hand, once so bright,...
The lines of fate on my hand, once so bright,...
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The lines of fate on my hand, once so bright, faded into echo. The memory of his face in my dreams, once so luminous passed into shadow. Our hands hold our lives together. By the time we are old, our hands will be wrinkled and our skin will be gone. The lines of fate on my hand fade into echo.

His face in my dreams has become a shadow. ~~~ Aeschylus ~~~

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