Tag: flame
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Love is Broken Glass that Never Shattered
We don’t see eye to eye Because we don’t see each other Failing to understand subtle differences And silent words That sail like paper planes In an everlasting sky We drew on passion But cared little to stoke the flame We draw in close Only to hold the outline of a dream Slowly coming into…
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Remember Me
Underneath the velour The pearly, whites that shine like glittering snow Is a heart that desires a warmth That few people will ever come to know Is a small, distant flame of hope That flickers even when I feel low And though I know I may likely never see you again Still, in my soul……
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Scarf
He wore a scarf Wrapped around his neck that nestled into his chest One end rests on his back Black, silver and grey Like a fox that’s seen many winter’s Knitted, fashioned and made with organic cotton It was thick yet airy The pattern spoke to a life full of beauty and yarn There were…
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Boiled Over
Every since my Daddy died… it seems like everybody got their own thang going on. And everybody doing me bogus. But deep deep down, I like the transparency! So call me the bounce back kid. My aspirations started off small but my heart is big. So let the thunder roll. Let the branches fall. Let…
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Love in a Place Full of Liars
Baby you have no name. But I know you’re the kettle to my flame. Sitting ring side when I fight. Cheering me on when I’m at my wits end. Serving as my confidant and best friend. You show me what it means to love someone. Even if I can’t comprehend love for myself. I trust…
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Grey Hills
We look for the light Praying for the shine of an incandescent glow That flickers in the darkness of eternal night Then here comes the smoke… Like grey hills rolling over brick laced chimney tops It creates smog and gives off warmth Burning red logs on an orange inferno A fire set ablaze is reminiscent…
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Autumn Dreams
Autumn Dreams The fall is falling down Like yellow, orange, red and brown leaves That transitioned into an autumn dream We look at your change for inspiration These hues suit the mood of pumpkin and squash We look for the spice of it all in the feeling of fall The warmth of apple cider coating…
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Wings
Wings A flock of black birds sail against a red sky Inflamed with fire and smoke That stretches miles high They blow searing heat away with cool wings Love always, Esha <3
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