Of your palm reveals
A breezy life
You are gifted and drowsy
Often at the right moments
But on your other hand
I see a difficult winter coming
And the leafless tree
Of your life-line riven
After its gold glory
Thin and shivering
One magic hand rubbing the other
Taking you so far inside yourself
You come back on a breeze
By the tips of your fingers
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