Category: blow
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The Wind
Steady, easy but moving forward The warm breeze lifts my fro The tight, brown coils, shift from left to right It shakes like jelly Then freezes in time Like a cold case Wrapped up in truth Transparent like words unspoken But it speaks with force Whenever you think it’s done blowing It just gets worse…
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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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Thought: Spores
Some people are like dandelion spores in the wind. They’ll blow anywhere. Love always, Esha
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Boiled Over
Every since my Daddy died… it seems like everybody got their own thang going on. And everybody doing me bogus. But deep deep down, I like the transparency! So call me the bounce back kid. My aspirations started off small but my heart is big. So let the thunder roll. Let the branches fall. Let…
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Part 2: Smoking Words
I drag on the words that you utter like a chain smoker pulling on a lit cigarette. Blowing circles in midair that send loose lips spiraling into a distant sea. Your vowels are ashed on the cusp of me. But I take the burns and watch the gray matter fall knowing that the pain makes…
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Crazy Traffic
It don’t have to make sense now. The pieces may not add up. There are gaps in the scene. Broken moments of triumph that show painted truth covered by the mirage. But one day all the things that you didn’t understand will show themselves clearly in your rear-view. Until then let your hair blow in…
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Love’s Veil
Love brings a light mist over a breathtaking morn. Bask in the fresh feelings of a crisp day. Let happiness cover blue skies like silk blowing in the summer wind. It’s sturdy but the veil is thin. Love always, Esha <3
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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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