Why and a When

Why is life so complex and intriguing?
When birds so simple dance and sing.

Why is night so long and so very cold?
When the sky can be so blue and bold.

Why does the snow makes one a blind?
When the jealous sun can be so primed.

Why does love take such a winding turn?
When utopia is near and love is a yearn.

Why does the touch me not shrivel?
When the sound of my tune be so revel.


~ Self Composed

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