The frogs are CroakingThe frogs are croaking
It is a funny thing, it is just ironic
I am trying to think of you
trying to let emotions become
words as images of you run
through my mind.
I've tried thinking of an open field
so that if you were there I'd find you
without a moment lost.
But I hear the frogs croaking. It is so ironic
they come with the rain. The rain that so
often tortures me and makes me think of you.
I used to love the rain.
I think I still do
But I dont think of it much
I rather think
Poetry by MASTER J
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Written on 2005-10-13 at 00:51
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