Look around,
feeling alone.
Like a hound,
search for a bone.
Search the ground,
kick at a stone.
Not a sound,
or a slight tone.
Never found,
true friendship zone.
Trust is bound,
suspicion shown.
Turn around,
feel good alone.
Happy hound,
chews a new bone.
Higher ground,
no sticks or stones.
My own sound,
creates fine tones.
Looked then found,
a joyful zone.
Faith unbound,
inner light shown.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Originally Published March 05, 2022
Lovely! 💐😍🙏
Thanks so much 💕
Reflective lettering. As always a pleasure to read you, friend Grace.
Nice evening.
Thanks so much , my friend 💕
Pleasure in new hope is often an internal personal victory. Wonderful metaphors, Grace —
**My own sound
Create new to tones”
Absolutely , my friend. Thanks so much 💕
Faith can be the anchor we need at times like these.
Absolutely, Sadje 💕
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Self exploration is the best at times. A lovely poem, Grace, as always 😊💐💖
Thank you so much, dear KK💕
My pleasure always 💕
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A really beautiful piece of poetry!
Thank you so much 💕
Oh wow this is nice. What are we if we don’t have faith.
Thank you so much, Belladonna, Yes. so true.💕
You’re welcome!
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Oh for the joy of being a dog if just for a moment. Wonderful life lessons Grace💞
Thank you so much, Cindy 💕
Great metaphors Grace ❤️
Thank you so very much.💕
Very nice and inspiring
Thank you so much💕
Welcome ❤️
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This piece really resonates, Grace! I wonder now that the light is shining, if it will attract others to shine with her? 💞💞💞
Thanks so much, Dawn. Let’s hope so.💕🙏💕