The
frogs jump
From
a lotus leaf to another
On
the pond of still water
They
think they hold the court
When
the wind is blowing
The
ripples pattern the water
The
frogs feel threatened
They
will croak loud in the night
The
echo of the frogs
They
don't see the wrong
Croaking
in the bad light
Jumping
high in freedom flight
But
the truth is...
The
frogs don't see the light
They
only see the fake neon
Blinking
in their eyes
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