Pumpkin Lit Yoga (Patreon)

In the moonlight's gentle glow,

A dancer hangs in crimson flow,

Pumpkins watch with eyes aglow,

Halloween's enchantment they bestow.

Mid-air, a graceful pose,

Suspended where the bare trees grow,

Candles flicker, shadows throw,

In the night, a spell we sow.

Silent whispers, leaves fall low,

In this eerie, haunted show,

Aerial grace, a sight to know,

Halloween's magic starts to grow.

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