Where does the sun go after we sleep?
To places profound, in realms that are deep.
Pure light in the sky
makes everything bright,
present every morning,
a shadow at night.
Where does the moon go after we wake?
To magical lands, where dreams are not fake.
By comforting darkness,
each visit disguised,
an essence so pure,
an aura so prized.
Where does our soul go after we die?
To places beyond a wink and a sigh.
The ether awaits,
where wishes are made,
all wants can come true,
sad memories fade.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Love this Grace!!!!!
So happy to hear that. Thanks so much, Dee.π
A glorious poem on this beautiful snowy Sunday. Magnificent verse, dear Grace. I love this much. ππ
This is so nice to hear, thanks so very much, my friend.π
Youβre welcome, Grace. Always. π
Wow! I like this one!
So glad you liked it. Thanks so much.π
Good question and answers! It’s a thought provoking piece.πππ
Thank you, KK. So glad you liked it.π
You’re welcome, Grace π
‘ You must have an extraordinary Brain! ‘
That’s my spontaneous response!
Thank you so much for this wonderful compliment, it truly means a lot to me.π
You deserve and it’s our pleasure!
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