For clover boy

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Poems for a close friend of mine.

To the better days ahead
I remember one day I thought of writing a story called the adventures of clover boy,
A tale of a young man's adventure through some lively woods,
And when left to title this chapter I thought of him.
I thought of how while he may be walking through a dark forest now, the days ahead of him are filled with bright suns.
Bright sunshine will one day warm your skin like a blanket.
Although you may be in the forest, although I am too, I have rivers of hope for the both of us.

What you don't see
If you could see yourself through my eyes your days would be lives away from what they are now,
If you looked at yourself with the same pair of eyes I do, I know your life would change.
You bring me happiness, a sense of understanding, and hope.
Happiness for having you in my life,
A greater sense of understanding because certain truths only ring true for you,
And hope for a better life and the days ahead.

Clover boy
He is a painting of the night sky.
He is a notebook full of many memories and truths.
He is a morning cup of coffee.
He is a lucky bracelet.
He is a walk in the woods.
He is a glowing light in the dark.
He is a a laugh and a smile.

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