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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