On a rainy night-
At midnight-
From the forest of Indian Oak-
Comes up the singing frog
The frog of the aquatic plants
Thin Gallinule growls
Like a woman in coition
Breaking the the mist of water
Or matching twisted air
The illusory building is built
Home of equilibrium of the earth
Imbalanced leaping flying of leaves.
The tick tick clock moves
Bread color on its wrist
Drawers get empty
Burst suddenly
Accumulated regrets of centuries.
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The tick tick clock moves Bread color on its wrist Drawers get empty Burst suddenly Accumulated regrets of centuries. /// THE POETIC EXPRESSION IS EXCELLENT