Tag: home
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Long Way
We have traveled a long way To touch dazzling stars And see faraway wonders We dance on moonlight And talk in hushed tones Looking for twilight While desiring a place to call home Love always, Ayesha
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free love
how much for a smile? don’t charge me for a laugh clasp my hand tight hold my heart for a little while lock in step but is any of it free? you act like you in love but baby you don’t even like me we go on a date the vendors charge fees i don’t…
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Haiku: Back Home
My heart cries for you Wondering how to find you? Till you come back home Love always, Ayesha
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No Limitations
After years of falling short and crumbling like cheese cake I have finally persevered Pushing back against the falling thunder Swiming against the opposing tide Moving through a world of wonder While fighting to get to the other side Freedom tastes like honey -fresh from the comb It’s the clanging bells of freedom on the…
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Bike Ride
The sun rose that Saturday morning, Blue birds chirp a song of life and passion The bees buzzing brought on anticipation As they landed on unsuspecting flowers in full bloom The colors of red, violet, turquoise and fuschia are vivid They speak to me like the grasshoppers rubbing their hind legs The lone duck in…
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The Wind
Steady, easy but moving forward The warm breeze lifts my fro The tight, brown coils, shift from left to right It shakes like jelly Then freezes in time Like a cold case Wrapped up in truth Transparent like words unspoken But it speaks with force Whenever you think it’s done blowing It just gets worse…
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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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A Poetic Thought: All The Reasons
I love you for strange reasons Its the way your eyes rest on mine Or perhaps it’s the way you hold your hands As though they’re weightless appendages Your dry sense of humor And the way you laugh at your own jokes Your cynical nature coated in sunshine But most importantly… I love you because…
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