Читать книгу the first conversation the sun had with the moon - jason a. kendall - Страница 4

i closed my eyes

bent down

to a patch of clovers

and picked one.

i pulled off the first leaf,

“she loves me…”

and the second,

“she loves me not.”

(i planned it that way

so i would win.)

i pulled the third leaf

from its hold,

“she loves me.”

i smiled and opened my eyes

in front of me was a fourth leaf

such was my luck

with love.