I Thought The Rain Knew

Blessings can be disguised, indeed. Michelle Liew

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Gold against my skin,

Its touch cool, assuring,

Bringing fortune as it dropped.

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Then came silver,

Wrapping, a shawl,

Comfort around my head.

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Then-rust fell.

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The sky turned sour.

Petals turned black.

I had thought the rain knew my heart.

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This poem is entirely original. Any AI tags is coincidental.