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Take aggregate of
your actions, my dear,
and take a note
nothing is there
to be sad or happy.
It is the boiled paddy
That is not there
to be a crop-tree.
Once you are under
the net of love,
hate is not there
to touch you
at any time.
If you so like touch me.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş