Genesis of a Pond

- My heart needs an umbrella

To cover up from this rain

-- Its not rain, just my tears

- Then what is this thunder?

-- That is my heartbeat.

- I also see some lightning

-- That is my love for you

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I kept listening to the bullfrogs

Who were dating in the wet logs

My motivation was usual boredom

But they had forgotten the tadpoles

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- I cannot stay with you in the storm

-- Relax, that is just my sigh.

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Wet logs, but the love was dry

A pond has now formed nearby

With water gone out of the dry love

Or tears of a bullfrog, or even rain.