Tag: song
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At Long Last
To finally walk in the light of a new dawn. To move to the beat of a new song that ushers my heart to sway. The sound of doves speak to the birth of awakened hope. We will never forget the road that took us here. The journey has made us strong. Our time to…
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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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Battle For Keeps
Fight Bloody knuckles Pushing back tears Clinching teeth Balled up fist Greased up face Cornrows to the back Passionate eyes Steady gaze Eager, light, prancing feet A song in your heart Defeat far from your mind Time burns away Minutes turn into seconds Low grunts from aching ribs And sore abs Let flesh contact flesh…
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Freedom Rings
I wanna hear the loud banging of a new day dawning Let the tambourines shake Let the bass drop Let truth clash against lies like strong tides, Hitting the desolate shore We need the God of Abraham, Issac and Jacob We need freedom like a plant requiring soil Like a lamp with a plug but…
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What Is Success?
You know what path to follow… Let no one dim your light! What Is Success? People believe that success Is determined by how much you make. It’s wrapped in your job title. Baked into earthly possessions, Attractiveness and networking capabilities. But it’s anything but simple and far exceeds material gains. It’s when divine intervention meets…
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Hope’s Song
Hope’s Song Hope sings a lullaby to me On feathered wings high above the ground It flies with no ceilings But when it comes down I receive a gift or two Some old desires brought into view And a new dream to hold onto Love always, Esha <3
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Creatives
Creatives it’s the blowing of a melody from a brass horn its the vibrancy of watercolors stroked by paint brushes well worn its the sleep still fresh in a lover’s eye in the early morn driving you to write a song or a poem creatives are not made we are born Love always, Esha…
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