Praying

praying
is when
the brook
tinkles in
its clear sky

the swalows
chirp a la shelley's
ehoing a
ballooned joy
in the scarlet sky

the chuckle of
child as mom
nudges him
towards
her bossom
over the roar
of ocean
and beach flying
with its sand

two frogs
one over
the other
staring
stoically
at the
glitters of
night

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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