I lay in My tent
Alone
That is the truth
When I spotted
The frog
on my
Wet tent roof
Lit cigarette
Watched silouhette
Of the frog
So dark
And aloof
Rain coming down
Seagulls screaming
Thought at some points
I must be dreaming
But there he was
Alone
Aloof
The frog
On my Wet tent roof
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem