In the quiet whispers of the night,
Luck dances with the shadows unseen,
A fleeting touch, a gentle light,
Guiding paths where dreams convene.

Through the corridors of time it weaves,
Moments bright and serendipitous,
A silent partner who never leaves,
In the tapestry of life, so auspicious.

From the depths of despair it arises,
A beacon in the darkest sea,
Turning trials into sweet surprises,
Luck’s embrace sets the spirit free.

So cherish every twist and turn,
For fortune’s touch is light and rare,
In its presence, let your heart burn,
And with gratitude, breathe the lucky air.