The writing in the day is very difficult,
The chill doesn't touch you directly,
In spite of,
That the writing -
Needs permanent winter,
Poets are born from hell fire,
And the words are dispatched,
From biting cold!
After ward...............
Which diffirent between day and night?
Only the paine!
Which the words endure it,
By considering them nations and tribs,
Compeletly -
Like us,
Live and die.
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