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Poetry of Hands and Feet
Movement
stopping for a time
to ponder moments...
Patterns in each movement
spirit reaching over the horizon
wandering always wandering
picking up and starting
over and over...
never to be still.
Happiness is eternal.
Sadness is blissful.
I know where I want to go,
Here calls again
I cant stay here.
The breeze comes
To Swirl! Ohhh to swirl...
What is swirl?
Know me to know swirl..
Joy is in this movement
Gathering up the energy
Wandering again.
Take home with you, within...
Moments ...
flowing in time
into ever new movements.
