Category: morning
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Hopeful Eyes
A brand new morning is opening wide for me Dreams of a sunrise devoid of maybes Holding onto fantasies that surpass night time lullabies Gripping onto desires that have yet to fade From hopeful eyes Love always, Ayesha
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Bike Ride
The sun rose that Saturday morning, Blue birds chirp a song of life and passion The bees buzzing brought on anticipation As they landed on unsuspecting flowers in full bloom The colors of red, violet, turquoise and fuschia are vivid They speak to me like the grasshoppers rubbing their hind legs The lone duck in…
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Something Sweet
Spiraling in circles Like water flushing down into pipes That lead to unknown places A soft, spongy, pink, sweetness That flows into another bite Gripped in an unflinching hand by a person That looks forward to the taste it brings We desire sugar Like children running after cotton candy at an amusement park It feels…
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Carefully Made House
Your house was made months in advance with care and consideration. It will last for decades more. Because love is the mortar that lies between burnt red bricks. And the shingled roof is reinforced with hope and painted with sweet day dreams. Your lawn is watered by bliss morning showers. Your garden is fertilized by…
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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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Just a Thought: Alright
It’s fine. Don’t fret over the little things. Don’t stress over the big hurdles. The sun will rise in the morning. The moon will appear at night. And when it’s all said and done. Your gonna be alright. Love always, Esha <3
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Reflection: Me and Poetry
Me And Poetry Every time, I’m feeling down. Poetry picks me back up again. It’s my old school neighborhood and trusted friend. We tighter than frosted flakes and milk on a Saturday morning. That subtle taste of sugar is enough to keep me going. Love always, Esha <3
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No Love
No Love There’s no love here Only the remnants of a decayed home I tell sweet tales of bliss at night But in the morning all traces of me… Will be gone Love always, Esha <3
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Better Than Butter
Better Than Butter There is no quick way to feel better. It’s like skating on slippery rocks. One minute your happy next your wiped out on the side of the road. But that is the course of the unknown. To continue walking when the way gets choppy and the rain begins to pour down. Let…
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