The stone
I threw in the swamp
turned into a frog.
And started to sing
with the rest of the frogs –
former stones too,
thrown
by another naïve soul
into the swamp.
What an Awful Pleasure
At 8 O’clock
At Central Station
A Stone in the Swamp
Another Stone in the Swamp
Under the Creed"s Mantle
The Tip of My Tongue
Misery
Fear
What an Awful Pleasure
At Central Station
A Stone in the Swamp
Another Stone in the Swamp
Under the Creed"s Mantle
The Tip of My Tongue
Misery
Fear
What an Awful Pleasure
AuthorRumen Leonidov