Clover
In the morning
on the grass
pretty,
colorful,
fragrant flowers
I don't give on eye light
Three-leaf clover: happiness: grow enough
in all affairs
cross the fence in search of
four-leaf clover: luck in happiness,
life passes
Darkness pushes back like waves
time to quiet down around me
give up and sit down
putting my knees up
supporting my chin with both hands
my eyes look down
the four-leaf clover:
the unhappiness of happiness
hiding under the my toes
To let me learn happiness
four-leaf clover was
on the spot.
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