Category: feeling
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Polished
There is a bubbling feeling stirring up inside Pushing me to go further Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed The future is a remote destination It’s quality stipulated by the bricks laid And preparation taken ahead of time A silver necklace is beautiful But after it is polished, It shines Love always, Esha <3
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Old Photos
Old pictures lead us to long forgotten memories. Wooden frames hold beautiful moments frozen in time. Forging a connection between the past and the present. The feelings and glances that happened but didn’t last. Seconds recorded in one bright flash. Former Kodak sentiments etched into the lens of a smart phone. But every photo speaks…
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Stung by Love
In love There is no maybes No second guessing No wondering Just knowledge of what it is And awareness of what it isn’t Unshackled by the restraints of time Relieved by the weightless feeling of freedom It lands like a bumblebee On a sunflower in mid July Love buzzes and swarms around unwitting participants That…
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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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God: A True Friend
When my Dad died and my boyfriend turned into a nightmare on squeaky wheels. God held my hand and gathered together the pieces of my broken heart and for that I am forever grateful. Because my life has been one train wreck after another. But now I don’t feel so alone anymore. I have a…
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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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The Mission of Writers
Writing is a nasty business. One minute you’re speaking with your whole heart. Baring the issues of your soul on a white paper that seems endless. The next minute your words dry up like a shallow puddle of water on a hot summer’s day. The words fade to black and the feeling of flowing letters…
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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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