It got cold and I felt so deeply alone,

again.

.

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"friend", "old friend", "good friend",

shined like a star in my dark night.

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I called your name,

you turned and looked at me. . .

There was nothing in your kind eyes.

No doubt,

you are friend,

you are old friend,

you are good friend.

but,

It is another down like the other downs, which I rolled or climbed or just fell on my own.

I do it again and again. The call I mean and the hope and disappointment which follows with no hesitation.

It is not supposed to be any company in these ups and downs.

It is life and it is my life.