The clover patch became a refuge for me as a small child. The green leaves would keep me happy for hours. That's where I got lost, it was only God and I sorting in a world of my own through the leaves one by one, looking for the charm of good luck and that was where I met my love 'Poetry'.
The sounds of winter winds Chasing snow flakes flying free The spring day's await Mother earth seasonal changes Promising new tomorrow (c)Johanna Fields 02/28/08
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