I slowly immersed my feet
In the pond, a sense of amputated limbs
The water was moved by the wind
Like the hair of a lady standing on roof
Then I watched the plants in the pond
They were green, without fruit and flowers
Suddenly on of them started shivering
I pulled out my leg taking it to be viper
A little fish peeped and swam away
Soon it was followed by some others
To swim they were twisting their tails
Those little fishes were chasing one other
The brown after the green, green after silvery
No sounds, no collisions, no injuries
Humans were able to control their traffic jam.
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