Lady luck
by Emma
She secretly creeps into our psyche,
Offers treasures of gold,
Diamond riches,
Emotions of pleasure,
Amazement.
She breathes her wishful breath,
Moves with speed,
Stimulated promise,
Perplexing allure,
An appetising fortuity.
She touches briefly,
her presence meaningful,
Defines desires untold,
Tempting,
Her taste hypnotic.
Impulsive reaction,
She whispers softly,
A game of chancing,
Her smile beckons,
The game has began.
The mind of a deep thinker…or complete rubbish…it is all down to interpretation and perception…
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Enjoyed that piece 🙂 It is all about perception, how we see things, builds the world around us…not to say that perceptions can’t be changed, but in some cases trickery of the mind is needed 🙂
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Definitely. I think perception is indeed individual and that keeps it more interesting. We are all so diverse yet we blend and connect together in perfect harmony. Fitfully stimulating 🙂
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Thank you for sharing your poem. Yes, we’d all love to trust to Lady Luck, wouldn’t we. Thanks for stopping by my blog. I appreciate it.
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My pleasure 🙂
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