Silent story
that goes untold,
muted glories
slowly unfold,
without a word
emotions sound,
screams go unheard,
fall to the ground.

Old souls spinning,
great fate repeats,
this time winning
all past defeats,
opened hands give
a love so pure,
divine love lives,
future secured.

Retracting time
as stillness sweeps,
a massive chime,
touches so deep,
whisked way past space
to then plant down,
upon a maze,
on flowered grounds.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Originally Published on January 7, 2021

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  1. It’s a lovely poem, Grace. The form and imagery are great. It seems to be a poem about redemption. A least so it feels to me. Great work, and thanks for sharing. Have a nice day!

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