We long for the night
When the day is tiring, long
Just like our longing
For the day on winter nights
When it's too cold and lonely
It is ironic
How life plays with our feelings
When its mood changes
In the comings and goings
Of time and seasons
The juxtapostioning of nature with emotion plays into life.+++10
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Yes dear poetess, situations of life can't be predicted. Who can say about the twist and turn of life? A value laden piece.