Her Poetry: The Four Leaf Clover

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The Four Leaf Clover

If the four leaf clover is so lucky

Why does it stand in a sea of familiarity unseen

Alone, waiting to be plucked

From all who are the same but different?

To be greeted with such excitement

Expectations too high to fulfill

It becomes unreal, a myth, a lie

And yet it lies in wait

Hoping to be found, safe and secure

So it can become so much more

Than something so utterly fake.

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