Lucky

Those clover trails.
Poison ivy disguised.
Guiding unwanted surprises.

Blinded by optimism.
Deception chose me.
Hope tasted salty.

Sun dried lies.
Igniting a flame.
Fire burned, intensely.

Wishes now ashes.
Grace remained, unnoticed.
A new beginning.

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