Spinning Wilds: A Poem of Love and Luck


Spinning Wilds: A Poem of Love and Luck

Do you have a favorite lucky charm
That’s seen you through the calm and storm?
A silver coin, worn and old,
Spinning stories in the slots untold.


Spinning wilds, nature’s grace,
Under the sky, we find our place,
In the whirl of leaves, the slots, the love,
We dance beneath the vast skies above.


Remember that day by the creek so clear,
With the jackpot ringing, love so near?
The trees whispered as the reels spun round,
In every lost token, a new hope found.


Who spun the reels and called it fate?
In every sunset, our hearts elate,
Nature’s gamble, wild and free,
In every spin, you’re here with me.


Spinning wilds, nature’s grace,
Under the sky, we find our place,
In the whirl of leaves, the slots, the love,
We dance beneath the vast skies above.


The moonlight on the water’s edge,
Our silent vows, a love pledge,
As stars align in the night’s embrace,
Luck’s a feeling time can’t erase.


We laugh and say who did it best,
Folding moments, no contest,
In love and games, it’s all fair,
Win or lose, what matters is to dare.


Spinning wilds, nature’s grace,
Under the sky, we find our place,
In the whirl of leaves, the slots, the love,
We dance beneath the vast skies above.

So here’s to the slots, the trees, the dreams,
To the love that’s more than what it seems,
In every gamble, in every sight,
I’ll find you there in the soft moonlight.


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