Category: midnight
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Any Place
It always starts with flowers Sweet talk Bliss dreams Long nights talking till midnight Loving to be in each others space Anytime, any place Love always, Ayesha
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Late
The evening Says, Goodnight It welcomes me With a cool breeze Where shadows Bounce off the bank Of easy going trees It speaks in riddles But is majestic Like noonday Some people love the night Nocturnal souls come out to play The owl hoots The bat screeches The tired snore When all is done The…
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Throwback: Better Days Ahead
I wrote this poem 6 years ago. But I feel like it speaks to my mindset now. I hope you like it. Love, light and laughter come hither Winter has passed begrudging Paving the path for the wonders of life To spring into action Bliss rains, sunny skies and warm feelings Are underway now Letting…
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All or Nothing
I don’t know why I do this to myself Looking toward midnight with flickers of twilight in your eyes Wonder if your ever real at all Telling the truth Always ready to fall But it seems like love always calls to deaf ears I don’t know why I do this to myself To kiss you…
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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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Small Remark: Worthy Dream
Worthy Dream Tonight, I want to have a dream worth sleeping for…. Love always, Esha <3
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Short Thought: Fading Into Night
Fading Into Night He watches the glimmers of daylight fade As we descend into the ample bosom of night Till next time, Esha <3
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Indoors For New Years
No goofy metallic glasses, hats, mega parties or shots of Patrón for me… I know I can’t be the only person at home on New Years Eve. Looking for an interesting blog to read. Or maybe I’ll flick through the channels on TV. Afterwards, I will raid the fridge like a conflicted, anxious beast. Looking…
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Said My Name
we google map to a destination and met at a crossroad seems like the reality that we strive for has yet to unfold it slips through our fingers too buttery to hold loose mud too unpredictable to mold i was your lover not long ago -do you remember? the way you use to…
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