Life’s Tale

Mystical stories fill the night,
an endless tale under the sky,
the greenest forest twinkles bright,
inspiring hopes so wishes fly.

A book that floats through in-betweens,
sprinkles of stardust become keys,
so powerful it goes unseen,
yet makes it so nature flies free.

Each page creates a better step,
that carries with it what comes next,
lingering past is cleared and swept,
rainbows of joy appear to flex.

Some chapters end, new ones arrive,
tears that condense pour rain and shine.
All characters become alive,
blooming while feeling so divine.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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  1. New chapters and old. Teardrops caught in a wishing well.
    The page speaks when the heart has nothing to say.
    Beautiful i love it.
    Metaphor magic.
    I just love the words and i love your works.
    I would put you in the top 5 of my greatest female poet list.
    Congratulations Master poet

  2. β€œtears that condense pour rain and shine.” What a gorgeous poem, and epic line. Amazing, are you, dear Grace. I love this poem. πŸ’ž

  3. Some chapters end, new ones arrive…yes, that’s the life. Beautiful metaphors! Well penned, Grace, as always πŸ‘πŸ’–

  4. Hey, I’m new to this site and your blog was on the topmost, and I felt like I should read your poem because the lines that you have written were so elegant, it made my day. You write soo beautiful.
    This is my first comment and I’m your new follower πŸ™‚
    My best wishes to ya!

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