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  Jan 2024 Grace
Eshwara Prasad
Sail past all ensnaring memories and forever be free.
Grace Jan 2024
The promise of more,
the ripening of fruit in the spring
the shore,
the succour the silence will bring
I'm yours,
like the bounty collected by kings,
the oars
will collide in the songs I will sing,
the chorus,
an echo, an ode, it will ring,
of course,
a madness to reach everything,
I'm sore
with the hope
and the promise of more.
Grace Jan 2024
ski
legs burn and weave the story,
a tapestry of snow

and wind yawns in a flurry,
a sanction that we go.
Grace Jan 2024
there is anger in me and I have smothered it for so long.
not anger about anything, just build up that, out of the concern of those it may affect, I have quieted and tucked away. But it is making me sick and I feel it inside of me, and I don't want to hold onto it anymore, but I don't know how to let it go.

I suppose I must confront it.
  Jan 2024 Grace
Eshwara Prasad
Wandering, disavowing eyes might enhance a face's beauty, but the invisible heart's ceaseless efforts truly portray the soul's mysterious existence.
Grace Jan 2024
this love,
or not so sure,
but something close,
naive, or pure

it is enough
to sustain me
into waiting for you,
until we

or I
am brave,
and the timing is just right.
Like a tidal wave,

I hope we will look
into each other's eyes,
and see the truth,
beyond the guise,

beyond just love,
meek or concentrated,
whatever.
it is just right.
Grace Jan 2024
brewing,
steeped so long
the tea is hot,
almost too strong

darkened;
a burning tongue
with steam that also
burns my lung.

porcelain;
tea-cups clamber
broken pieces,
cutting anger.
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