Some nights are meant for,

Just pondering over what you went through….

You rethink what you were before,

What you embraced and to that you said adieu.

 

The many times you helped someone,

The abundant times when you were in need….

Some days you cursed your fate,

Some sunshines felt divine indeed…

Minutes of annoyance and impatience,

Hours of blissful treat…

Each day, every season, seemed so complete.

 

With passing days our feelings mellow,

No more savaged life in a willow,

Wilderness tames itself

To be refined…..

Worldly norms to be defined.

 

Some nights are meant,

Just to take you back to those impish times

Boisterous days, pure joy where you can find….

No imitated strangles,

No imposed borderlines,

Just you with you

Travel to those Golden times.

 

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