Freckled Palms
Long dangly fingers shake like a leaf in the wind.
They have the delicacy of a flower,
but show the strength of a lion.
When she touches and explores new land
uncertainty runs through the veins in her hand.
Read her palm;
foresee a long life.
Freckled skin is far from calm.
These hands will always work to please.
Copyright © Shelbi Franks | Year Posted 2012
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