The night was filled with jocund cries
of cats, of dogs and of woe
There came man with sighs
He asked all signs, where to go?
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a wonderful write on the thought process..life itself like the rose harms and charms..conviction is construction..in order to be stable we become solid and that too is a problem...a lovely poem which makes one think
This is a really good poem without being too stereotypically mellow-dramatic... keep up the incredible writing.... i expect to read more of this amazing poetry