Nights are weird,dark and grey

they are like woman when they are hormone’s prey.

They are sometimes confused and sometimes quiet

sometimes they are warm but always they are high.

They are sometimes soulmates with the day

they are there at the end but not whenever you say.

They make you smile,they make you cry

they pour emotions like you could fly.

 

Nights,my friends, are nothing

but,women in nature’s disguise.

Sharing the little you have with those in need can turn around a life without you realizing it..
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