Preservation

Oceans absolve regrets,
like music to sad ears,
a coast filled with great depth,
absorbs crystalized tears.

Gray clouds cry with lament,
sorrows imprint on sand,
cool raindrops represent,
emotions hearts have banned

Swim across the waters,
to migrate towards luck,
bless every last quarter,
hospitality struck.

Form a revolution
golden bright like sunshine,
swords made of rose bushes,
armies of butterflies.

Embrace a brand new dawn,
impure acts laid to rest,
strong boundaries are drawn,
fight hard for every breath.

Nature does her duty,
pollution is refrained,
Earth regains her beauty,
lush green views still remain.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Moonwashed Weekly Challenge January 23, 2024
Prompt – Hospitality

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  1. Deeply profound, poem Grace!
    Love the deep and poignant insight on Peace in this verse:
    “Form a revolution
    golden bright like sunshine,
    swords made of rose bushes,
    armies of butterflies.”

  2. Just so beautiful, dear Grace.
    “Embrace a brand new dawn,
    impure acts laid to rest,” Yes, all of those impure acts must go. That part is really in our hands. An act becomes a thought first, so thats a good place to start. Thanks for this loveliness, friend. Blessings.

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