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Fairy lights promise

or: Yoga under the Christmas tree 🙂

The lights on the Christmas tree are shining
when I roll out my mat next to it;
and the sky’s colours are changing
while I am doing half splits.

The clouds first turn pink, then orange, then fade into darkness,
while I return into downward dog after sequences;
and the cats are rolling around on the couch in happy bliss,
while I am breathing in the silence.

The thoughts I can hear are my own now,
when I tune out the world;
and what I feel blooming inside me
is a hopefulness that only a child can feel.


Author: carasmelody

daydreamer, hopelessly hopeful, I love the power of words, I love poems, words are soulfood

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