Lines Lines in the sand, arbitrarily drawn; you are here. Lines in a face, describing a life; worried etchings. Lines for bread, necessity’s calling; separate, not equal Lines of poetry, quiet reflection; heart on my sleeve. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Like Loading...