In the courtyard of Your mind,
Everybody's sportive exercise.
With all are You occupied;
Morning and evening-time.
Sun rises upon eastern sky,
At Your mind's just one side.
Onward drift waves of but light;
With rays You make a game divine.
Sun sets in reddish hues of eventide;
For buds, through Your attraction kind.
The pollen drifts afar to endless site,
A raft of slumber's disguise.
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Monday, August 5, 2024
In Your arena
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Tireless are You in service to our pleasure and fulfillment.
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