TANJA TODOROVIC / Luck

Luck? I often ask myself, what is luck?
This question is always here,
Always when I feel alone.

I am familiar with the word Happiness.
I know how to appreciate Nature.
I can walk over any bridge,
But.... real luck? Where is it? Does it live here?

I walk very slowly, but carefully,
I look for an address with a number.
I ask people on the street if, by any chance, they know her.
But they say that in this city there is no one who even slightly resembles her.