Wednesday, October 19, 2011

the taste of sharing



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The frog wants to live
In its own shell forget others
Living by the sea feeling the rushing waves
The night whirring of the soft breezes

In that coconut shell
Nothing to see only darkness
It is bliss for once long ago
Nobody knows the frog hides there

The solitude of time
The frog feels great
Then the sound of ships anchor
The sound of footsteps

The voices it can't understand
The nights of soft breezes shared
The frog doesn't like it any more
It isn't king on its turf!

The nights of foreign sounds
It rattles its mind to sleepless nights
Open up its eyes it's like its own
Only the colors and religions diversify

Coexistence with the foreign voices
They look alike yet speak in different tongues
The world in the coconut shell
It has to evolve to suit the time

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