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Holding cups made out of air
Letting my mind free,
Letting my movements flow.
In an open meadow,
I twist and turn
With unlimited unstability.
I try my best but I don't succeed.
I get what I wanted but not what I need.
I'm always so tired but I cannot sleep.
The sun now sets beyond the horizon
As I fall to the ground one last time,
And rest from the day's sef-training.
- by Deadlylight6 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/13/2012 |
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- Title: Self Training
- Artist: Deadlylight6
- Description: short poem of a martial art style that i have studied, learned and practice daily. the Drunken Fist. i was listening to coldplay at the time and i plastered a bit of their lyrics to the third stanza. i tried not to but it just fitted with my thought at the time.
- Date: 06/13/2012
- Tags: self training
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