complex pondering in simple words

a good day ends well
haze of smoke flies in the air
and a good friend smiles

a good book ends well
reflection of one’s grim being
back to life again

a good call ends well
in lingering nostalgia
a repressed emergence

a good life ends well
how? is the real question
nobody knows or tells.

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