yoga for the soul, by tink Subscribe to rss feed for tink

stretch and exhale
begin with fresh air
a new breath
a new life
a hope
a dream to fill the hunger within
that grows everyday 
out of the empty shell that I once was
filling out and reaching up
filling my soul with each fresh breath
trying to reach down into my soul and extract the essence of
my being
to strengthen it
to make it able to stand on its own once more
Posted: 2005-03-06 03:11:50 UTC

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