Category: tides
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Poet Spotlight: Walt Whitman
Walt Whitman has been regarded as one of the greats among poets. Walt was born on May 31, 1819 in Long Island, New York. There are few people that live out their dreams and even fewer that reach the pedestal known as success. But Walt Whitman was a man that accomplished just that. Walt came…
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The Birth of Maybes
Like the breath of tides taken to the depth of the sea. You may forget the color of their eyes. But you can never replace the love that gave birth to maybes. Love always, Esha
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Wisdom
My Father wasn’t a warrior in a typical sense. But he was a fighter to me. When a good man takes a stand even if it’s just for a second the world stands still. The tide shifts, the bedrock shakes and a new day full of blue skies and opportunity begins. When more people feel…
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A Thought: Glass Bottles
This is more than lust and words That float on the sea Like empty glass bottles This is a promise That sails between you and I On rough and conflicting tides Only to arrive on warm, glistening shores Love always, Esha <3
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Smile Anyway
We once sat on the shore or maybe But that time has passed And a fresh tide washes sand off the soles Of sun burned feet Running against the strong breeze There is no looking back No questioning yesterday Only forward movement Locked eyes fade to subtle glances Broken glass disintegrated into wayward chances Time…
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True Love
Dedication to matters of the heart are all encompassing. They keep us awake at night. We rise in the morning to thoughts of affection, appreciation and devotion. Wanting to be grasped by the embrace of rapture. And the pull of desire tempted by kisses from a lover’s lips. True love doesn’t end, never ceases and…
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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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Anchor
Anchor I am hook, line and sinker down You need me… I’ll come around As long as you treat me well I rise when the tide swells To bring in abundant hope I am the anchor on the fisherman’s boat Love always, Esha <3
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