Category: sunlight
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Faithful Man
I dedicate this poem to my late Father. I love you Dad <3 Faithful Man He is the people’s champ A former player tuned into the channel of romance The dark horse no one ever gave a chance When the sunlight fades His cause will still stand Darkness fails to blemish the heart Of a…
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Horizon
Horizon You words are like fingertips touching the edge of the horizon during sunset. They make me feel warm inside. Love always, Esha <3
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Rest
Rest What is rest? Somewhere to sit and take in the last rays of sun as you watch the shifting tide. It is a fading and reappearing ship that travels to unknown destinations in search of deep, cool water to drop anchor. Love always, Esha <3
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New Leaf
New Leaf Turn over a new leaf The old rustic hues Of yesteryear no longer suit you Spring ushers in fresh days Return to vibrant sunlight Rest easy in tantalizing shade Nestled in the snug embrace Of a temperate breeze swirling with change Veins crave the sway of upward movement While your spirit…
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Call Me Sunshine
I am a chocolate sunrise floating over still land A part of God’s divine plan People regard me as beautiful but fail to understand… That my existence is not equated to the abundance of man Pull out your paint brush and stroke… The deep, broad curves…
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Sunshine Laugh
A hearty laugh is the darkest part of sunshine. It beams no matter the time of day. So keep chuckling. Love always, Esha <3
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Spoken Word: Swift Love
I want you to hear me. But most importantly I want to be heard: Swift love Shorty got a scrapbook In his bedroom With pictures of me in it And what we use to be in it Letters once sealed By a lipstick kiss are smudged Into the depth of eternity Hushed conversations shared…
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Pigeon
Pigeon At 7 am you are the resting pigeon on a skyscraper overlooking a city decorated in false narratives reflecting sunlight off of spotless windows that hide dirt inside. Love always, Esha <3
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Jazz Feeling
Jazz Feeling radio static picks up the destitute warped sounds of sorrowful trees uprooted before their time the willow wails in eclipsed sunlight swaying in the moonlight blooming with twilight the branches hum tunes only the leaves know it encases the mind and laces the eardrum in walks euphorically melodic jazz music… charging the woodland…
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