Tag: blow
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Thought: Spores
Some people are like dandelion spores in the wind. They’ll blow anywhere. Love always, Esha
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Part 2: Smoking Words
I drag on the words that you utter like a chain smoker pulling on a lit cigarette. Blowing circles in midair that send loose lips spiraling into a distant sea. Your vowels are ashed on the cusp of me. But I take the burns and watch the gray matter fall knowing that the pain makes…
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Crazy Traffic
It don’t have to make sense now. The pieces may not add up. There are gaps in the scene. Broken moments of triumph that show painted truth covered by the mirage. But one day all the things that you didn’t understand will show themselves clearly in your rear-view. Until then let your hair blow in…
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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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Unseen Love
It matters not what direction the wind blows. I feel it still. I don’t need to see it. It knocks me off stable soles. It brings a quake to uneasy knees. It is the sound of humming birds soaring against a lively breeze. I don’t need to see it to believe. Love is the same…
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Cautious
Be cautious, high voltage. Maybe rude Maybe kind Snap off without notice Then act like everything’s fine Sincere eyes tucked behind a wise grin Never know if you’ll see them again They’re rare like hitting the lottery Fickled like catching the wind Stepping out every so often To feel the sand in-between loose toes To…
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Growing With Change
A turquoise view through painted glass Exists for me and you Look out the window Icy wind blows, The hooting and howling Can be heard down the block Where the sidewalk is slick And men move like serpents Whispering into open ears Begging to be closer Utilizing deception to be near Mahogany branches sway on…
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Til It’s Over
Til It’s Over Lean on the Lord Put tired arms on a willing shoulder Because I don’t have the strength To carry you over the threshold Some vogues we take without a crew Devoid of a compass to guide The wind blows through the sails of your boat Feeling isolated but rarely alone Because only…
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