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RESTLESS 11 (Mind, Body and Heart) Kinetics, is what myself move Rest in me is what myself has been exorcised As my mind makes myself active Move, move, move and always move Makes myself happy and physically fit to live. There’s no reason for recharging As early when I wake up in the morning Its automatic I find myself working It goes with the clock tik and tak, tik and tak tikking and rhyming It goes with my heart throbbing. To perspire now and then is like my medicine Inhaling and consequently exhaling Makes my dull moments goes on thriving As I find myself always truly charging Rotating, revolving, aspiring and inspiring without, sparingly. However, when to rest in silence Then to stop insists and to stop breathing That I believe like battery busted bade goodbye Muscles downed in drain makes the difference Hands and feet straight no more locomotion. At times physically is only a retriever Is what makes the joints allays fears Commencing to live parried without to burn For it may go without saying: leaving the burden To a halt and the rendezvous just discard. But where I’ve been continually moving Is where I’m confidently and happily rejoicing Determined to finish a work instead for rewarding The contract is the most self-rewarding and consuming As doldrums hide away the past in self-adoration!

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Date: 3/10/2016 1:59:00 AM
WOW, awesome poem, Dalila...LINDA
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Date: 7/7/2015 1:17:00 PM
DALILA, this is a wonderful write. Enjoyed dropping by to read. Love SKAT
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Date: 12/26/2014 1:05:00 AM
I enjoyed this read of yours, Dalila. Well done! :) john.
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