By: Amoureax Amant
Blade frogs chanted on bog night after night,
till chirps of larks came with yellow daylight,
perhaps blade frogs chanted to each other,
with lovesickness flowed like chanting river.
Two larks haunted hush pond with gleam of light,
when rising sun sprinkled orange sunlight,
perhaps both larks sailed with songs togerther,
whose songs haunted dawn like rippling water,
I woke up in moonlight with croaks of frog,
when daylight was yet to unmask gauze fog,
when chirps of larks started to haunt sweet dream,
when night wind sighed on shore by rippling stream.
I wondered where music came through window,
as if music was from distant meadow.