Move on

Cut the strings,
feel the sting,
sadness pings,
accept dings.
Heart breaks fling,
pop smoke rings,
stories sing,
till tales wring.
Fly and swing,
unfold wings,
let life bring,
happy things.
Lights will bling,
jump and spring,
grasp the sling,
love will cling.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

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  1. Not only is this a super-cool poem, the structure is amazing. It’s not easy to find and utilize sixteen of the same rhyming words and end up with something that makes sense, but you do it so well. You’re so fun to read, Grace! πŸ™‚

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