The fortune:
You bring out the best in others.
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Raindrops
Stain your fingertips and
Seep through broken skin
To mend the fragmented heart.
Yet,
Your organ
Beats to the rhythm
Of enchanted passion.
A single touch
From death
Will be the end
For the very reaper,
For your touch
Stands just as alive
As vines
Growing in an abandoned garden.
They who wish to seek
Reassurance
No longer rely
On an unanswered prayer,
They rely
On a true being.
One who will
Lift them off their feet
And allow them
To try out their new shoes.
Yes
Raindrops fall from the sky
And cast a shadow
Of darkness in the air,
But that isn't necessarily
A problem.
