Uplifted to,
another realm.
My soul emerged,
my body fell.
A journey though
a different place.
A simple scene
no time or space.
No cold dark nights.
No warm bright days.
Such stable grounds,
in shades of gray.
What happens here
is always fair.
No feelings of
unjust despair.
No sticks or stones.
No wrong or right.
An equal zone
of pure delight.
– Grace Y. Estevez
A shining stick among the shining stones, observed on the cloud of steps? Delightful.
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Tranquil. <3
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This is truly lovely.
Thank you LaDonna.❤️
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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