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Jan 2016
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I can still hear your voice
Echo in my still mind
My love and compassion go out to you
Our beloved Master and Teacher

The scent of raw sweat
On a padded floor
Explosion of screams
The release of energy

I can still feel the memory
On my untrained muscles
Of throwing a solid punch
And the sensation on my knockles hitting the cushion

The tension on my lower torso
Is still here
Lingering, whispering on my body
The relief of streching
And the peaceful meditation
After a crazy training

The passion building up
In my solar plexus

Where are you now?
I've come to talk to you again*
Hey, if I don't try
I won't know
And as I wrap it up
I realise
You have left me happy
And my muscles sore

Still in love
With martial arts...
Taekwondo <3
http://youtu.be/-mTQVagR13c
Sirenes
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Sirenes  Belgium
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