What are you doing here?
All dark, all wild,
All cry, all unusual.
May sun all snow,
Public road all fire.
No pathway,
And where are you going?
Find no green.
Entire area is silent,
And now no dog,
You can find
Here or there.
All scattered,
All love all emotions.
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What are you doing here? All dark, all wild, All cry, all unusual..........impressive expresion. A beautiful philosophical poem shared. Thanks for sharing.