Fingertips
Something so tiny that we can barely see
Fingerprints make us all uniquely unique
Astounded and astonished at such intricacy
These swirly skin lines tell our story officiously
As much as they set us apart, they unite us, You see
We leave them on others we meet on our journey
Every interaction, even a glance it could be
Leaves a fingerprint on all of us invisibly
Fingerprints have nothing to do with our identity
But everything to do with the mark that we leave
So let's live our lives a bit more deliberately
So that what we leave in others is what we want to see
It is all in our hands, at our fingertips actually.
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