Luck
Is it within our souls that we find them?
Those tiny little pieces.
Hard to find, but always there,
Though impossible to catch with our eyes,
We sometimes succeed in catching them.
Some of them die shortly after,
Others stay with you for a long time,
Even for ever.
It is unbelievable,
That such a small thing can mean so much to us.
But the clue is not to seek them,
But to let them come to you.
Those tiny little pieces.
I believe that they call them …
… Luck.
Those tiny little pieces.
Hard to find, but always there,
Though impossible to catch with our eyes,
We sometimes succeed in catching them.
Some of them die shortly after,
Others stay with you for a long time,
Even for ever.
It is unbelievable,
That such a small thing can mean so much to us.
But the clue is not to seek them,
But to let them come to you.
Those tiny little pieces.
I believe that they call them …
… Luck.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Augustijntje: | Maandag, juni 04, 2007 20:15 |
| well, those tiny little pieces may pass my way right now.. I can use them nicely written x! |
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| Auteur: Demon_Boy | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 04 juni 2007 | ||
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