Stumble and fall,
Crazier than haul,
A lonely frog,
Hibernates in fall,
Worked up ego,
Smaller than all.
Sun on the horizon,
Frog refuses to rise!
Make some noise, someone has a voice?
A humble wish,
Yet no bliss,
Walk on path,
Hold and gasp!
The frog now leaps,
Through grass and weeds,
A million drops, a million sighs!
Under the sky,
Broody yet high,
Sleeps under the willow,
Ego said bye!
The frog woke up with fuzz and smog!
Mighty eyes,
Insane and sort!
Jumpy heart, wiser and awed!
Splendid and drab,
Vocal yet sad,
Hold and it slips!
But lingers on through the trip!
Tracing the sound of light,
Tracing memories lost back in time,
Never unheard, Seldom unseen,
Yet the hope.
Lonely and gone,
Tried under the pawn,
He looks at me with eyes that gawk!
I wonder.
He looks.
I look.
He gulps!
Lonely hope,
Dwindling paths,
The jaded sun and the holy wrath!
Eyes that seeks and ears the see -
Broken yet strong, unaided of sorts.
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