Category: smile
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Smile Anyway
Roads paved in umber dust and broken gravel Result in stubbed toes Sandals do little to prevent discomfort But we smile anyway We converse for days While traveling paths that few would dare journey Our hands studied in the art of war But our lips have see more battle Love always, Ayesha
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Haiku: My Love
My love is stronger It lasts longer than fake smiles Rolling like the tide Love always, Esha
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Loving You
Loving you Is like drinking sweet wine Dining on the river Sitting under warm sunshine Grasping onto your hand And feeling your heart beside mine Walking with you under the twinkle of glaring moonlight Smiling for days As our moments together rest on the edge of my mind When we dance There is no sense…
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Speaking in Riddles
The truth lies dormant underneath concrete and hidden dreams We talk in riddles Answer in rhymes Smile contorted into broken phrases That leave little to the imagination But everything undone Love always, Ayesha
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Just be Beautiful
Let’s just be beautiful. Smile and wink. Laugh don’t think. Shake off your worries. Move quick, talk slick and hurry. Conversations like muddy puddles. Mist falls but fails to saturate. In the midst of a life predicated by happiness that forgets to deliberate. Let’s just be beautiful. Love always, Esha
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Thank God Christmas is Over
The hanging mistletoe has dried out in mid-air The pine needles of trees That once had presents under them now decorate living rooms Without a cause or reason outside of holiday inertia The smell of cinnamon and nutmeg dissipate The candy canes that reek of peppermint But fail to satiate the taste-bubs Of a sista…
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I’m Back
I took a break from this blog. But I’m ready to come back. To speak in a language that only a bleeding soul knows. Laughing, smiling as though time is bursting to unfold worlds that speak to needy souls. I am back once again. With wind and ice under eagle-like wings giving birth to hope…
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Smile Anyway
Sometimes people let us down and we let ourselves down praying that this time things will be different. But no matter what we have the choice to keep smiling anyway. Love, Esha
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Something More: Eyes Closed
Sometimes, feeling you is just enough. Getting used to your smell. Searching for your touch. I could love you with my eyes closed. But then how could I see you? I can only imagine the outline of your face and invision the curvature of your smile. It is warm and glows like sunshine. When we…
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