Gather my little pieces in your open palms. Hold me tighter, melt away the struggles of my day with your love and kindness. Lay tender glances into eyes willingly to hope once more. Add careful words to a steady shoulder willing to carry the hope of dreams unbound. Love always, Esha ❤
Starting Over The struggle of starting over again lies in the process... Create it, piece by piece, layer by layer, inch by inch you mold it's form. Use the love embedded in your open palms to keep it warm. Then embellish it with each every morsel of your reverie that was tore. Voila! a new … Continue reading Staring Over
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