I often request my luck
To make a sword
To break me, Break my dream
Break my expectations
Break my hopes and believes
Break all those thinks
Those peak me up
When I fell down
I will also see
How strong my luck is?
Beautiful poem on Luck. When I fell down I will also see How strong my luck is? When one falls down and to rise from ground, surely luck has to be favourable along with our will power. Short and sweet write. Loved it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Luck is often an alias for our life choices, Silvi. May yours always pick you up.