Inhaling,
ocean waves.
Mind sailing,
breathing saves.
Exhaling,
feeling brave.
Unveiling,
what is craved.
Take a breath,
at full flight.
Bringing death,
ending spite.
Self-made strength,
creates light.
Inner depth,
makes it bright.
Sunny skies,
swimming breeze.
Floating by,
carrying peace.
Reaching high,
grasping keys.
The third eye,
always sees.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Tank you, Grace, lovely!
Joanna
Thanks so much, Joanna.π
Very nicely pennedπ
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Aah, such a rhythmic poem! Another great post, Graceπ
Thanks so much, Aayushi
You’re always welcome π
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Love the “third eye”. Everybody has it but some never use it.
They will when their time is right.Thanks for sharing π
So beautiful Grace, what a sense of tranquility! π
Thatβs so nice to hear. Thank you.π
Nice one. I like βthe third eyeβ. I think us creatives have a 3rd eye!!! We see the world around us differently.
I’m glad you liked it, Dee. Thank you.Creative types definitely have interesting perspectives.π
Ah! Thatβs absolutely fantastic, Grace. I love this poem. β€οΈβ€οΈ
I’m happy to hear that , Jeff. Thanks so much.π
Youβre most welcome, Grace. Always. β€οΈπ₯°
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That is so beautiful!! Loved itβ€
Thanks so much.π
You’re right, third eye always sees. A beautiful poem with rhythm and rhymeππ
Thanks so much, KK.π
You’re welcome π
Beautiful, Grace!
Thank you so much .π
beautiful poem going full circle Grace! π
Thanks so much, Cindy.π
So peaceful to read and beautiful imagery of a tranquil place β€π
Thanks so much.π
That’s wonderfully written π
Thanks so much, Vignesh.π
Welcome π
The last lines of the third stanza, the third eye always sees ….it changes the narrative and how. Good read this π