In twilight’s gentle embrace, luck silently weaves,
Through dreams of golden threads and autumn leaves.
A sudden spark, a chance so rare,
Like a wisp of magic in the air.
Fortune dances on the edge of fate,
In moments fleeting, it will not wait.
A glimmer in the darkest night,
Guiding us with its unseen light.
Luck, a whisper in the winds of chance,
A fleeting glance, a secret dance.
Unseen, unheard, yet always near,
It calms our doubts, it quells our fear.
With every breath, with every step,
Luck’s gentle hand is our quiet kept.
Embrace its touch, its subtle call,
For in its grace, we rise, we fall.