Strike like a dove with boxing gloves,
And mop up the trepidation
That spills from your mouth.
Punch into the heart of fear
And leap from the cloud that cascades
Into thunderous rapture.
Dance into the bossom of peace
And let freedom be your compass;
That guides you toward enlightenment.
The plumage of your soul is ruffled
By the ecstasy of the marching wind,
And the comprehensive gallop of hope
that stomps in the psyche,
flows fancifully from the hip.
strike like a dove with boxing gloves,
Climb into your spirit and let her rip.
To dance, to feel, to love.
Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 7:45 PM UTC
Strike like a dove with boxing gloves,
And mop up the trepidation
That spills from your mouth.
Punch into the heart of fear
And leap from the cloud that cascades
Into thunderous rapture.
Dance into the bossom of peace
And let freedom be your compass;
That guides you toward enlightenment.
The plumage of your soul is ruffled
By the ecstasy of the marching wind,
And the comprehensive gallop of hope
that stomps in the psyche,
flows fancifully from the hip.
strike like a dove with boxing gloves,
Climb into your spirit and let her rip.
To dance, to feel, to love.
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