my first note is written
for the woman holding
a four-leaf clover
so eager to kneel down
and search hard for hours
for serendipity and fortune
ignoring everything
putting aside the others
just to earn the promise
happy as she can be
as she found the only,
the rarest, the luck
wearing a smile
from ear to ear
she never realizes
the normal, ordinary
three-leaf clover
she dumped over
is the happiness
that surrounds her
which we also tend to forget
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