Sitting on a couch,
visualizing what goes around,
Days moving at a fast pace,
everything seems cold on this phase.

Twilight knocks at our door,
And we respond to its call,
Everything returns back home,
and watches the day gloams.

The cold feeling from twilight,
is like a cold breeze blown from an ocean,
A breeze of calmess and mildness,
A breeze of affection and love,

We go back to our family,
share love and laugh blissfully,
Have a good and mild sleep,
then morning birds chirps.

Grtest write.