Tag: warm
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Loving You
Loving you Is like drinking sweet wine Dining on the river Sitting under warm sunshine Grasping onto your hand And feeling your heart beside mine Walking with you under the twinkle of glaring moonlight Smiling for days As our moments together rest on the edge of my mind When we dance There is no sense…
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Tomorrow
The newness of tomorrow beckons today Let the light in Support the birth of glistening rays They twinkle and dance In the midst of fog They cut through the midst Bring plant life and mankind bliss We think of the warmth they bring and reminisce The diverse colors unite to serve the purpose Of bringing…
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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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Embarrassing Journal Post: Get Your Eagle On
I been a dark skin sista all my life. Whether in a afro, locks, relaxed or tightly bound braids. I have spent my days as a black woman through and through. During my youth, I spent many days and nights feeling as though my blackness never matched up to societal norms. Growing up I wasn’t…
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A Thought: Glass Bottles
This is more than lust and words That float on the sea Like empty glass bottles This is a promise That sails between you and I On rough and conflicting tides Only to arrive on warm, glistening shores Love always, Esha <3
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Identity
You move even when your feet hurt And your heart burns When answers are few and far in-between And your soul yearns For something more than a warm body to lay next to A lover than takes from your essence But doesn’t appreciate you That shows you one mask after another So you pull at…
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Something More: Eyes Closed
Sometimes, feeling you is just enough. Getting used to your smell. Searching for your touch. I could love you with my eyes closed. But then how could I see you? I can only imagine the outline of your face and invision the curvature of your smile. It is warm and glows like sunshine. When we…
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