In the gentle whisper of the evening breeze,
Luck dances softly on the edge of dreams.
A fleeting touch, an unseen hand,
Guiding footsteps on the shifting sands.
Beneath the moon’s watchful gaze,
Stars align in a cosmic embrace.
Fortune winks from the night’s embrace,
As destiny weaves its intricate lace.
In moments of doubt and silent prayer,
Luck emerges, tender and rare.
Like a river’s flow, steady and true,
Bringing hope in its gentle hue.
Embrace the dance of chance and fate,
For in its arms lies the golden gate.
With open heart and fearless mind,
Let luck’s gentle touch be your guide.