yoga in the park
I sit and breathe I think of the sun the sky and the blue grass Glinting with my eyes I talk to you I breathe with you I flow in our Rhythm The breeze Blows my hair In the shade Across my face And I feel like your closed eyes Watch me Without touching We touch
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