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;
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My heart plays there the game of Spring festival.- -A lovely poem.Thanks for sharing.
Your celebration is not cut off from people who celebrate festivals in city streets. You are with those communal celebrations in spirit. Whenever a receptive soul vibrates to the life-giving energies of Mother Nature, that is a festive occasion. The moon provides the illumination.
Very thoughtful comment. Thanks, dear poet.