Fifty Frogs
Bullfrogs singing melodies to the stars
The fog floats through the few lights of the lake
And the sky stretches over the ocean with diamonds in it
While the woods and the world
Croak and cry
With the calls of the wild
The beach is the most comfortable place tonight
The stars shoot through the fog like daggers
Lighting up
And dying
In just a glimpse
poem by Justin Kopp
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