Panic

Wading through the river

Carried gently by the ebb and flow

Wading through the river

Carried gently by the ebb and flow

Dark moss will cloud my vision

Entrenched in the folds of my brain

I cry out "No!"

"You were beautiful once"

Said the bullfrog

with one smooth green hand held

as he plunged into the water

Posted by Sarah on June 17, 2008 04:32 PM |

 

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