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Paradise

pitta patter
words that matter � � �
footprints left on sand
�
around the fire � �
tribes they gather � � �
stories shared hand in hand � � �
� � �
unconfined � �
not counting minutes � �
exploring delights � �
without a price
�
like-minded people � �
unshackled spirits � �
a bohemian�s
paradise � �
� � �
workshops � �
classes � �
and group dances � � �
harmoniously � �
collectively � �
together
� �
laughing along � �
to our infinite chances � � �
we�re one � �
in our hearts its forever � �
� � �
no matter the culture � � �
or the ethnicity � �
we all flew here � � �
to ascend � �
�
with this simplicity � �
without toxicity
this experience � � �
was a perfect blend

Written by Tuncs

(-Alice-)

Published 3rd Apr 2019 | Edited 4th Jun 2020

Author's Note

My boyfriend and I travelled to Panama for two weeks. We stayed at this festival, that was like no other, a spiritual family of physical strangers. It was out of this world and he wanted to make a poem to try to remember our experience. This is our first collaboration, as he also creates his own poetry. This is just a glimpse into a place you should see - Tribal Gathering Festival now holds a special place in our hearts. From myself and Jonny, hope you enjoyed this read