A "Fool" Print

A poem that i thot of while running on this drizzling night..

The night is red,
The sky is drizzling,
No sight of life,
Few sight of cars,
A white figure,
Slowly taking its shape,
His running steps,
Rippling through the silent sphere,
Puddles of water,
Pulling his soaking shoes,
Struggling is he,
Raising his strained legs,
And alone he sprints,
Dashing to the darkness end.