Stray dogs keep howling as if They got raided by those genii or That ugly and invisible Satan... They keep guarding those empty Roads and those silent alleys... It looks-like there is an imposed Curfew, but it's not there anytime... Darkness covers all places around As if all life got weird over there... We keep asking about those stray dogs and their annoyance to all neighbors... We don't know what's going on around Simply because we keep sitting around TVs and around those electric stoves... Those long nights add more vagueness To that scene which we shaped it in Our minds about nights and about dogs... When dawns approach step-by-step, then We will find all stray dogs sleep Here and there without any known sounds... ______________________________________________________________________
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