Category: Birds
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Beautiful Flowers
Friends are like beautiful flowers They dance when the wind blows Petals soft, rolling velvet Attracting bees and good times Blossoming in spring They are colorful and full of life Rooted in traditions and old things Taking in the rain Speaking with the birds Providing shade and shelter for those in need All the compassion…
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Precious
I have seen a wounded animal fight to the death for a chance at life. I have seen birds of prey become the prey while hunting the adversary they thought was weaker. How often do we count out the people who have endured the most? The people that we believe will never recover or heal…
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Good Night Dad
The sounds of snoring In a three part harmony I am the only audience The tickets are free Whooping wings fluttering Birds of prey The wind whistling past a closed window All I recount the totality of my day Hidden sun Glistening moonlight Covering a body Once soaked in sweat from running outside A midnight…
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The Gift of Prayer
My auntie died two weeks ago and it hit me hard. It feels like every time I come up for air, my naive lungs take in water. But nevertheless, I have come to the reality that time is not guaranteed. It is only granted to blessed souls for a limited amount of time. And when…
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Unseen Love
It matters not what direction the wind blows. I feel it still. I don’t need to see it. It knocks me off stable soles. It brings a quake to uneasy knees. It is the sound of humming birds soaring against a lively breeze. I don’t need to see it to believe. Love is the same…
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Short Thought: Grey Sky
Grey Sky I know the look of storm clouds. The loose forms of their grey blackness brings dark realities to a blue sky. But birds still soar for the love of getting high. Love always, Esha <3
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Uncharted
Uncharted We have no title These waters are uncharted We exist to love We love to exist We dream of the moment We live for this You stare into my heart I peer into your soul You are the wild part of me The factor I can’t control You roll my hurt language into words…
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Talk
Talk Brotha can we talk? No fists, no knives, no guns and no baseball bats There is a time and a place for physical combat But the youth need to see How level headed adults negotiate We must unify like flocks of birds Taken to the baby blue sky There can be no pride in…
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Story time: Rhythm Of Life
Rhythm Of Life When I was but a child Every year, before the first frost Turned moving vitality into hibernating stillness I would watch all the ducks fly away I can still recall asking my Mother, Where are the birds going? She smiled into my eyes and said, Their going south for the…
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