This is an inspirational blog that utilizes the medium of poetry and creative writing to tell stories.
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The rocks will not cry out. But the rivers shall swell. Still the banks will rise. Yet the sun will shine. The mountain will remain ever high but the brave will climb. For the day will come when you will yell out for a thirst... that the body can not supply. And in place of lifeless stones your soul will cry.
Love always, Esha
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Rusty shackles clink. They stink of old iron overused. Leaving orangish hues on pale wrists that came into the world chain free. The world binds up the truth and locks it away. Anticipating that trapped souls never escape. But an eye with a singular purpose fills the body with light. Salvation is a narrow road but it’s worth the fight.
Love always, Esha
