I often request my luck
To make a sword
To break me, Break my dream
Break my expectations
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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.
Luck is often an alias for our life choices, Silvi. May yours always pick you up.