In the twilight where dreams take flight,
Luck whispers softly, in the still of night.
Unseen hands guide, through the shadows we tread,
Into the embrace of fortunes, where hopes are fed.

Beneath the stars, where wishes are cast,
Luck weaves its threads, binding the past.
A gentle nudge, a fortuitous glance,
Leading us onward, to life’s grand dance.

In the quiet moments, where silence reigns,
Luck’s gentle murmur, breaks the chains.
A fleeting touch, a whisper so sweet,
Guiding our steps, to destiny’s beat.

Through the storms, where shadows loom,
Luck lights the way, dispelling the gloom.
With every breath, and every stride,
Embrace the serendipity, let fortune be your guide.