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Stem and head of a clover,
drooping head in a curl,
six leaves skywards
and five in the ground;
you make me think
that for the love of a smile,
this clover can become mine.


A. R. Frederiksen is a recurring guest blogger here at BnV, and her own writing blog can be found here, where she dabbles in flashfiction/poetry and reflects over the ABCs of writing.