The astrologer shook his head
Absent were any lucky shapes
Life line short
She took away her palm from his
He looked towards his house
Behind it the glistening sea
Only the shade of a few palms
To shelter him from the burning sun
Her tiny hand in his
Wrinkled and red
The newborn didn't see
The smile on his face
As he kissed the inside of her hand
Still red and stinging
From the slap
He looked from his palm to
His little girl
Still shocked as she walked away
Crying, hating
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