I met a thriving boy called Success.

He spoke the language 

Of laughter and

Happiness.

His hands had joy

Written on them.

I met a girl named Emptiness.

She had an endless smile 

Which slowly faded

Away.

Here eyes lit up

Like a blank piece

Of paper.

She had no pattern on her hands

As she softly sighed

But no words came out.

I met a man named Karma.

He held the grasps secrets of the 

World.

His eyes, majestically blue,

Displayed revenge.

His hands clenched while 

He had regret

At the end of his finger tips.

I met a woman named Summer.

She had a sunny smile that

Turned a frown,

Upside down.

Her hands were humidly heated.

She spoke heart warming words.