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New Hobby

I decide to presuit my desire,
Since tonight I was so inspire.
Sometime creative kicks,
Simply can't stop your finger clicks.

My mind flows with sweet,
I shall hum with this beat.
It is always easier to rhythm with emotion,
Happiness shall plot today's direction.

I gain myself a new hobby,
Now at night I sleep like a lullaby.
Yoga comes into my life journey,
Successful purify my mind entirely!

Being in an events company,
Works has been like a busy bee.
As workload could have been continuously,
Yet yoga leads me to sweet escape.

There is time I would hit the nails,
However i do not see it a big deal.
Yoga practice tunes my feel,
As if I was born with a new soul!

Because it simply makes me feel great,
My body too begins to hit straight.
Tell me how not be in liking?
This new hobby simply the king.

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