Up on a tree
or in the sea,
flying so free,
like honey bees.
Floating through town,
look all around,
like happy clowns
removing frowns.
All that I am
seen as a scam,
maybe a ram,
or tender lamb.
But what is true
always comes through,
creating views
filled with bright hues.
I am the all
that never falls,
Both big and small
blessings befall.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
This is so lovely and true, dear Grace; and the last stanza really does capture it all so well. Beautiful poem, my friend. β€οΈβ€οΈ
Thanks so very much, my dear friend.πβ€οΈπ
Youβre most welcome, Grace. Always. β€οΈπβ€οΈ
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Oh, yes!
Thank you.πβ€οΈπ
Such beauty all around in your poem sweet Graceππ
Thanks so much, dear Cindy.πβ€οΈπ
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Such a positive poetry , enriched with energy till endβ€οΈβ€οΈ
Thank you so much, Reena.π
Wow! That is a refreshing poem. I liked everything about it. So heartfelt and powerful!!β€β€
I am so glad you liked it. Thank you.π
An uplifting poem. Lines like..what is true always comes through are so true. Well crafted, Graceππ
Thanks so much, KK.β€οΈ
You’re more than welcome π
Tender yes but ram no, amazing β₯οΈ
Thanks so much.π
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