Once in a blue moon, luck passes by
Without me knowing, it goes by my side
And though it cries out, I don't realize
But when it's gone, I long for it every night.
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A sublime start with a nice poem, Maira. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
You have insightfully and wittingly captured the intricacies of luck. Luck being a product of preparation meeting opportunity, one has to be able to identify it whenever it comes knocking on the person's door. Beautiful poem - work of an intricate mind. Thanks for sharing Maira and do remain enriched.