Photo by Pok Rie on Pexels.com 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 … Continue reading Smile Anyway
Photo by Kammeran Gonzalez-Keola on Pexels.com 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 … Continue reading True Love
Photo by Public Domain Pictures on Pexels.com Whistle Can you hear it? The loud cry of a high pitched whistle It hovers over growing grass It sits still for a second then rises above Like floating dreams Easing by in the dipping tides of love We listen for the sound Until Next Time, Esha ❤
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 ❤
Photo by Nuno Obey on Pexels.com 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 ❤
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