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Beautiful Flowers
Friends are like beautiful flowers They dance when the wind blows Petals soft, rolling velvet Attracting bees and good times Blossoming in spring They are colorful and full of life Rooted in traditions and old things Taking in the rain Speaking with the birds Providing shade and shelter for those in need All the compassion…
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Trilogy
I am the part 3. The movie you never saw coming. Some call me the trilogy. Because my existence kept the franchise running. When everyone thought it was over my debut kept the money running. You come to the theater to see the excitement, action and a thriller that’s lasted for generations. Every new movie…
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Reward
Don’t be scared to take risks In risk is reward Bounties given to those willing to capture new opportunities And take chances in seasons where most people fear the unknown We must be willing to walk outside of the comfort zone And have experiences that build a life That we are proud to call our…
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One Moment
I would dance past the break of day to share one moment with you again. Because every second we spend together hangs onto my heart like a loose string on a thick, sweater. To hold onto your hands and stare into your dark, beautiful eyes is ecstasy. We make misty dreams come into fruition. Love…
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On My Father’s Shoulders
Today, I saw a toddler sitting on his father’s shoulders. It touched my heart to see the glee and the excitement in his eyes. It reminded me of my Dad and the wonderful moments we shared. Fathers are so important. I don’t think western society gives them the love and recognition that they deserve oftentimes.…
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My Thoughts: Halfway Home
If tears were a highway And if truth were a stop sign By avoiding cautious optimism Filled with sweet lies, covered in the ambiguity of love I’d be halfway home, Dancing on sunshine by now Love always, Esha
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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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