Life and its many mysteries lie unclear:
And people strive to unfold them.
But the one that keeps my name under its deathly crest,
Is embodied in the concept of 'Luck.'
I awaited it, unclear of its true meaning
Knowing it's not just an excuse to fabricate meaning
But a symbol of the limits of reason
I long for that revelation, now more than ever.
- Author: Rohan Regi ( Offline)
- Published: July 11th, 2023 09:25
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
..... and then there's coincidence and serendipity 😂...
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