Tag: freedom
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No Safety
Time = Peace Safety is not safe The wise travel for freedom Finding peace in time Love always, Esha <3
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Lovely Freedom
Freedom isn’t free. But you have the option to choose. Do what’s right for your soul. Choose the path that doesn’t destroy the flourishing loveliness inside of you. A life of substance blooms with the aroma of sweet roses. An evil one rots with the smell of broken promises and decaying corpses. Never allow your…
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The Joy Of Freedom
The Joy Of Freedom The world doesn’t understand poets… Because we bare our soul. We say and write the pain That no one wants the public to know. But that’s the thing about self-expression It’s an opening and closing door that leads to FREEDOM Love always, Esha <3
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Brave
Brave Hot lead makes the sky tremble But it doesn’t keep the block empty Minivans rolling, trains cruising CTA buses are steady moving Indoor eating is half way shutdown But the fried chicken spot Has a line of cars stretched around the block Weave still getting laid, Miraculously the rent is getting paid It makes…
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Run Fast
Run Fast Move like your life depends on it. Be swift like the wind easing over an eagle’s back. Hussle to the sound of music that leads you home. Take your Father’s wheels to the open road. Ignore the logic you were imprinted with. Forget the lies you were told. And run, run fast. True…
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Resentment
Resentment We talk to each other With words bound to stir resentment Two became one Then disconnected for freedom’s sake Is it too late to start over? Or is this fate? In silence, we (restless souls) wait. Love always, Esha <3
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A Question
A Question Sometimes, I wonder what the cost of freedom is? Is it something you take? Is it an option you can give? I don’t know much but liberty is the foundation of any life worth living. Love always, Esha <3
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Love’s River
Love’s River Love is a river with leaping fish that flows through the trials of eternity. Let its current carry you to freedom. Love always, Esha <3
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Contents of My Soul
Contents of My Soul i have a distinctively spicy soul boisterous yet bashful touched by the fiery might of bright green jalapenos my twine makes the beach sizzle my mind turns big problems little i am the product of a red string of fate tying together my Mother and Father i…
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