The pleasure


 love

Pleasure is a freedom song
The flowering of all desires
is a depth calling unto a height
is infinite space
which it has roots in the heart of the earth.
The pleasure
It is the harvest of a summer
the silence of the night
that makes a firefly a star
It is the flame and the wind
is the harp which vibrates in the soul
soft music and sounds confused.
The pleasure
It is a treasure with trembling hands
it is a need and an ecstasy
It is a messenger of love
It is a source of life.

-Khalil Gibran-

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