Tag: Saturday
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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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Something Sweet
Spiraling in circles Like water flushing down into pipes That lead to unknown places A soft, spongy, pink, sweetness That flows into another bite Gripped in an unflinching hand by a person That looks forward to the taste it brings We desire sugar Like children running after cotton candy at an amusement park It feels…
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Reflection: Me and Poetry
Me And Poetry Every time, I’m feeling down. Poetry picks me back up again. It’s my old school neighborhood and trusted friend. We tighter than frosted flakes and milk on a Saturday morning. That subtle taste of sugar is enough to keep me going. Love always, Esha <3
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Better Than Butter
Better Than Butter There is no quick way to feel better. It’s like skating on slippery rocks. One minute your happy next your wiped out on the side of the road. But that is the course of the unknown. To continue walking when the way gets choppy and the rain begins to pour down. Let…
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