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Slot machine at a corner shimmers,
its lights looks alluring.
Every coin slips in like a calm vow,
The lever tugged with some doubt and hope.
Reels spin,
Colours dissolve.
And the globe stops for a little breath.
Hoping fate picks a pattern.
One person cheers in the distance.
and the noise spreads like a flame in dry grass,
urging another try,
Yet another idea is that fate is just a pull away.
in silence between revolutions,
Dreams hang like fruit not picked.
The heart flutters not at the winnings,
but on the occasion itself,
the little prayer this moment
The symbols will align in your advantage.
Though nothing lands, still...
you keep returning still,
attracted to the flickering of possibility
who won't go out.