Category: summer
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Walking On Sand
The ducks swayed in Lake Michigan Underneath a starry sky And the ground gave way under our feet Do you remember the night we walked on the sand? I was your woman You was my man I loved you But failed to understand That being together wasn’t your plan Because you was a ladies man…
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The Wind
Steady, easy but moving forward The warm breeze lifts my fro The tight, brown coils, shift from left to right It shakes like jelly Then freezes in time Like a cold case Wrapped up in truth Transparent like words unspoken But it speaks with force Whenever you think it’s done blowing It just gets worse…
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Pools
Can I love you with my eyes closed? Just ease into the comfort of your embrace As I imagine you staring at the contours of my face Feeling every second as though it were my last Thinking nothing of the future And neglecting the mistakes of the past Falling in love with the thought of…
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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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Chicago Tourist
Chicago Tourist roof top views from sky scrapers leave unfamiliar eyes speechless the faces of tourists shine with excitement and wonder radiant rays bright enough to take you down under airplanes hoover over head we stare at them from foggy openings in the smog covered sky we watch trains blow smoke as they pass by…
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Just a Thought: Grateful
Grateful As the summer sun, falls into twilight; drawing it’s season to a sorely anticipated close. I reflect on my life and despite all the challenges I have encountered… I am still grateful to be alive. Love Always, Esha
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No Words… Sorta
No Words… Sorta no words shall leave my finger tips if it ain’t about you i’m swept away by the things you do the way you move i am enthralled by the thought of you draw certain palms along tempting hills and roll with me sweating summer dew renews my cravings for you…
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Resurrection of a Dream Deferred
Lately, I have been reading poetry and trying to dig into the works of authors and poet’s who inspire me. The first poet that inspired me to write was Langston Hughes. His description of life and his experiences gave color to my childhood as I used his work as a source of inspiration. In…
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