The
silence of the frogs
They
don't want to make noise
Until
they are fed in the pond
Until
the rain comes again
The
dry weather runs
The
frogs can't sleep well
They
can't multiply
They
see the draught
They
wait patiently
They
see the rain coming
Up
on the mountain of dark clouds
It
is any time soon
The
days and nights turn
The
frogs keep hoping for the rain
Though
they smell the odour of money
It
is yesterday story today hasn't begun
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