Wednesday, June 21, 2017

the echo of the frogs


The frogs jump
From a lotus leaf to another
On the pond of still water
They think they hold the court

When the wind is blowing
The ripples pattern the water
The frogs feel threatened
They will croak loud in the night

The echo of the frogs
They don't see the wrong
Croaking in the bad light
Jumping high in freedom flight

But the truth is...
The frogs don't see the light
They only see the fake neon
Blinking in their eyes

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