が　の　静
咲　筆　か
く　が　な
　　描　池
　　く　彼
　　命　女

Still pond, endless depth,
Her brush paints each koi alive,
Life blooms, soft and pure.

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In the Garden of Life, where whispers reside,
The still pond reflects a boundless tide.
Between lotus blooms, the koi gently glide,
Their scales gleam bright, with colors untied.
From her hands, the geisha shapes each stream,
Her brush births a world, a vivid dream.

Silk robes flow like rivers, soft and serene,
Her strokes awaken the yet-unseen.
Each koi she breathes into the tranquil glow,
Dancing through ripples where life must grow.
Pure and eternal, her quiet art,
The garden blossoms, her beating heart.