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In Fields Of Clover
by Melissa Arel
I may lay in fields of clover,
Collecting my lucky lot of four-leafed promises,
Knowing what lies at the end of my rainbow, is you.
No pot of gold could ever compare to the treasure
I find in your arms, in your words, in your love.
So I will throw my chances to the wind
And watch as they float across a tangerine sky,
Hoping with anticipation
As fresh fingers find them sleeping
Amongst a sea of green daydreams.
11/05/2008 Author's Note: Tag, yet again, K! :)
Posted on 11/06/2008
Copyright © 2024 Melissa Arel
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/06/08 at 04:38 AM Sounds like some really written fun is going on here. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 11/06/08 at 04:45 AM Another good love poem Mel...CharMin |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 11/06/08 at 01:47 PM Your work in color has always amazed me to the point of being inadequately described in my critiques and reviews. You've done it again, Mel.Why am I so surprised? |
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