you wanted for me to hang beads
of red rowanberries, too early
only chestnuts were on the way
you collected it for me, stumbling over
looks of girls in the park.
they sat observing how you
are bending down and with the smile,
you are running between trees
and then you tore the sleeve,
completely by chance coming across my look,
and their voice, ran up to us and you rubbing
the scraped cuticle, you laugh heartily
alone from oneself, and running up quickly
you closed the four- leaf clover,
for me in the hand - fortunately
you said - let it will come true,
and I by myself always keep it,
when you are far...
Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/four-leaf-clover-3/
