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