Udacha - To Luck
Like the gentle oak she stands strong and slender, straight and sleek
she will not bend nor break nor is she meek
Magnificent , mysterious ,wild and free
because her fruit falls close , her offspring stands pretty as she
Softly glowing eyes ablaze in a fire of blue,
Piercing ,teasing ,hypnotic and alluring
A haunting beauty ,She stands tall in starry fields of lonely winter nights
While The pale moon sets against a velvet carpet of purple and white
Brown hair setting aflame the golden dawn of the oak after the long night
She calls and I listen , all I need is a little luck and I will find
Lost amidst all the Russian passion and beauty ,a diamond among the rough
For any man to find such a friend is more than enough
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