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Restless hearts want to know…

How far does your love go?

Does it swing to the bedrock of a damp soul?

Or does it soar like an eagle in mid-flight?

Does it vanish during the day?

Then exhume at night?

Is it the peak of hope?

Or the plains in-between?

Could it be the moment when thoughts become feelings?

Or is it the brilliance found in every second of anticipation?

It’s the dire need built up by waiting

Love always, Esha ❤


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