The Tools To Flow
The tools to let it flow,
salt is good for healing.
Breezes carry the sea
swirling around my waist,
what the water gave me.
The tools to let it flow,
take a more placid pace.
Sweet determination
is brought to a hot boil,
rolling with such passion.
The tools to let it flow,
truce tumbles in and out.
Tension can go sky high,
sometimes the answer is
to let things slide right by.
The tools to let it flow,
smooth the craggy edges.
To control this temper?
I can go off and walk,
bringing me to center.
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