Friday, January 04, 2019

the painted frogs


The frogs
On the lotus leaves
Staring at the land
Something smells good

The rain falling
The droplets splashing on the pond
The dancing droplets so bewitching
The frogs look with eyes open

The land smells good
The green grass waving
With the rain whirring on
The frogs going to jump

The wind pushes the frogs
Lift up the lotus leaves
The frogs jump high in the air
Across the pond to the land

There is no ceremony
There is the dead sound
The frogs look at it
But it smells good


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