Tae Kwon Do
A tiny flicker
Waiting to grow.
Remembering how grand to be.
Control over intensity,
Waiting for someone to see.
Tae Kwon Do.
Nearly dying out,
Absorbing energy.
Not quite a game,
Coming close to slain
A swaying, bursting flame.
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