Tag: smell
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Flowers in The Wilderness
Love runs over hills Swiftly gathering steam On the way down The landscape remains still As the feeling contours around and the slopes, valleys and ridges The ground absorbs the latter rain of a new day dawning The beauty of spring has arrived Quite blossoms that opened in silence Have created fragrant smells Uplifting the…
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Beautiful Flowers
Friends are like beautiful flowers They dance when the wind blows Petals soft, rolling velvet Attracting bees and good times Blossoming in spring They are colorful and full of life Rooted in traditions and old things Taking in the rain Speaking with the birds Providing shade and shelter for those in need All the compassion…
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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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Book
Pages turning, one after another Scribbles and print all look the same The paper smells like home Nimble fingers tap on hard covers A close friend indeed Words that utter truth to those in need It’s hard not to contemplate Feelings and thoughts that time left behind In binding of this book Love always, Esha…
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Feeling Soft
I want to feel soft No cracks just smooth I desire a touch so slick I’m oily with an attitude I want my silky ambition to slide through So butter me up buttercup In cold days… I want you I’m sweet and rarely bitter Although I hold onto memories I’m quick to forget With an…
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A Familiar Smell
Good love lingers on like sweet perfume… A familiar smell to some and an unknown scent to others. But we all long for the smell that clings to our clothes like fabric softener. Till next time, 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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