Died of frost
Bus stop
(Where the man in T-shirt died of frost)
Has a guest
‘Question' mark
On the branch
(Where once sat, queens in green crown)
No Devil Squirrel
Sits ‘Question'
On road side
(Where people, bundled up, move and talk)
There are thoughts
Form ‘question'
Shady shapes
Like the apes, men, women cross the street
Bulbs are lit, powerless
Ask ‘question'
"What's season, what is life, when is time? "
Dark blue is sky, full is moon; round bright
Hung Halo gives Answer: "Guess yourself."
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