The both sides of palm seem so different They see two different ways, Two different forms of light and dark, Even the notches are just on one, and on the other neural system is so upward Only on one, I see my uniqueness, my unique faults on other. But still, when I scratched on both, both shouted, equal irritating, oops! And then, just like that, I opened the pages, and saw the actin, myosin composes similar poems for both the songs. Just one got experience, The other some dark of innocence Even here I saw them meeting in ess'ence' At the end these differences met, At the end these differences meet, At the end. May have different interpretations, depends on who you are. Lover, artist, biologist or a human. Bg: pic from Pinterest Editing 🙇🏻♀️.
