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Posted by Bluesy Socrateaser on Sun Mar 01, 2009 11:42 pm
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I opened an old book,
<br />and out of it
<br />fell a four-leaf clover.
<br />Was it marking a verse?
<br />Saved for posterity?
<br />
<br />I surmised that it had been forgotten.
<br />And in my conclusion,
<br />I realized at last
<br />what a haiku moment was.
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<br />A moment that came and left...
<br />As moments do.
<br />To be forgotten then,
<br />and perhaps in time
<br />returned to you.
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<br />The gentle hand
<br />that placed the clover
<br />between the pages
<br />is now gone,
<br />along with that precious moment.
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<br />Let the moments we share
<br />never be forgotten,
<br />though they may pass.
<br />May they rest well, like the clover,
<br />until we meet again.
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