Bad Luck
''Each Dusk, a Promise Lost, Swept far Away''
In shadows cast by fortune’s fickle hand,
Where hopes dissolve like grains of shifting sand,
I walked the path where dreams lay in decay,
Bad luck, a specter, led my steps astray.
Each dawn, a canvas tainted by the gray,
Each dusk, a promise lost, swept far away.
The fates conspired with whispers soft but cruel,
Their silent laughter, ever the same rule.
Yet in this dark, where solace rarely gleams,
A spark persists through desolation's schemes.
Resilience burns, defying endless night.
For bad luck’s grip, though cold and full of spite,
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Abbas
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