Amongst the Others Three

Some lucky things cannot be kept.

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Clovers, well hidden, with four leaves

Amongst the others three;

We glean them, keep them, take them whole

Then sadly let them be.

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We believe they’re always there

In our cloistered garden;

And when we try not hard to look for them,

They do not pardon

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Finding clovers takes all our time,

All our continuance;

Soulful search, many a moon,

And fitting circumstance.

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Original poem by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.

Mirrors of the Mind by Michelle Liew is a collection of psychological and supernatural short stories that explore the quiet unease beneath ordinary moments. These are not tales of spectacle, but of subtle fracture — where memory distorts, silence speaks, and the self is not always singular. In these stories, what is unseen often carries the greatest weight, and what lingers is not what is shown, but what is felt.