Nights are weak, days are strong,
Yet both keep life moving along.
Nights remember the lost ones dear,
Days deal with the present here.
Nights are romantic, wrapped in moonlight,
Days are stubborn, holding on tight.
Nights are relaxed, unhurried and slow,
Days are in a hurry wherever they go.
Nights are dreamy, days practical,
One believes in the magical.
Nights turn the impossible to possible,
While days make survival unavoidable.
Nights ask questions the heart can't hide,
Days teach courage and steady stride.
Nights make poets from silent pain,
Days make warriors rise again.
Nights make you king of a boundless land,
Where every wish is close at hand.
And days... hahaha... what can I say?
They wake the king and send him to work the next day.
Still, I love them both in their own ways—
The wonder of nights, the wisdom of days.
For between dream and duty, laughter and tears,
They quietly shape our lives and years.

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