Poems ✍️
Poems ✍️
05.11.2025
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The Game Of Pleasure
In the forests of only cuckoos and flowers;
In the fields of only crops;
In the sky of only the full grown moon
And the luster of its silent beauty;
In the water onnly the chital fishes swim;
My heart plays there of Spring festival.
My heart, like moonlight, plays the game of pleasure
Moving around all the beauties of the universe.
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