Resentment

Resentment We talk to each other With words bound to stir resentment Two became one Then disconnected for freedom's sake Is it too late to start over? Or is this fate? In silence, we (restless souls) wait. Love always, Esha ❤

Morning

Morning awake at 5... just to see the light overwhelm the shadows of a formerly darken room to bare witness to the mocking bird's song grasshoppers that look like leaves click their hind legs while gossiping about the day that lies ahead snails crouch and slide to their designated safe place to avoid the sun's blistering … Continue reading Morning