Signs of Hope

Release deep sighs,
as warm tears shed,
lanterns soon fly,
above her head.
Like butterflies
with wings widespread,
they flutter high
carry old dread.
Hopes touch the sky,
kill all pain dead,
then float on by,
call peace instead.
Sorrows run dry
pure bliss is read,
smiles kiss her eyes,
all sadness fled.
Deep in her mind,
soft whispers tread,
sweetest ally,
help problems shed.
A well lit guide
no start or end,
here to provide,
bright paths ahead.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 238 May 13 , 2024

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  1. Fabulous take on the prompt Grace. I love your lines:

    “Deep in her mind,
    soft whispers tread,
    sweetest ally,
    help problems shed.”

    – profouond and heartfelt!

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