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THE CLOVER LEAVES Deepra Yusuf |
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[Deepra has written and painted "The Clover Leaves" at the age of 10. ] The clover leaves fell on to the ground. While the wind blew wild, one stayed on the ground. The others blew in rapid fall breeze. Then one March day that clover on the ground picked itself up and flew all around. Left, right, back, forth, but its favorite thing to do was twirl. It flew across the hilltops, and some furry clouds, past a beautiful rainbow, and a big yellow sun. When it finally landed right into a pot. For the clover had four (leaves I mean). And it had led itself right into riches of gold. But, what could he do with a pot of gold for he was only a clover leaf. Lonely and sad it stayed there for months. But then oneday some children came and one took the leaf home. She kept it on her desk all decorated with pens. Till one day the clover flew away. He was off to find treasure, a pot full of friends. But a single piece of gilt. |
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