Sometimes, the heart doesn’t know…
Yesterday from tomorrow
It seems like the days all run together
The seconds blur into minutes
Followed by inconsequential hours
We look toward the unseen
Like a fawn searching for their mother’s face,
Fresh out the womb
Procreated quickly but birthed too soon
The future is based on the present
And all the unexpected things you do
Love always, Esha ❤
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