And then a frog sang before the bog in that late afternoon. <br /> <br />All of a sudden, its first loud song struck my ear, deaf for nature <br />that day in particular. <br /> <br />Even if the rhythm was dreary, I could felt something unusual <br />surging from that kind of surreptitious soul of mine...<br /><br />sílvia oliveira<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/frog-bog/
