In the depths of the darkest well
Far from sunlight's breath
Futile lives begin
To end in futile death.
Among all those, a frog
Set with a curious spark.
Seeking out the light
Though born into the dark.
To all those who live in the well
The world above is a stranger.
They did not know of it's beauty
Nor of it's secret danger.
One day they heard a sound
From the land above the well
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
The echoing voice would yell.
"Yes," said the frog,
"Please come down to play!
It's so lonely over here,
I just sit around all day."
But the echoing voice just laughed,
"You come up here!
There's so much more to do
No more darkness to fear."
The little frog tried,
But he couldn't climb the walls
Every time he jumped
He looses grip and falls.
A tragic sight to see
For all his tries were in vain.
No matter how high he leapt
He just met the ground again.
Years later he still jumped
And still reached for the skies
Scraping the slippery stones
Until the day he dies.
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This is a little ballad I wrote for school.
If you read Mao's Last Dancer this is about the story his father told him in the book.
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Quiet Thoughts
PoesíaThis is my collection of poems I have written this past year. Most of them are not about personal experience but of the experiences people around me have been forced to endure.
