Category: knock
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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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Small Thought: Loud Sea
Loud Sea I am a quiet voice knocking against a loud sea. I hope that in spite of the roaring wind you can hear me. Love always, Esha <3
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Borrowed sugar
Borrowed Sugar The sun shines overhead It looks like a raging ball of fire in a ocean of blue Dragonflies float in the swirling wind But the appeals of nature grew still When a neighbor knocked on the sturdy wooden door A tap, tap, tap is heard Followed by words from the bowels of a…
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Togetherness
This poem is featured in my new book Bright Side of the Pale Moon which is now available on Amazon. Togetherness We are made for each other Like peanut butter and jelly on buttered toast Wind blowing through the sails of a wooden boat A nonprofit with a mission predicated on hope Two star crossed…
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