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.💕
Very nicely penned💕
Thank you.💕❤️💕
Aah, such a rhythmic poem! Another great post, Grace💖
Thanks so much, Aayushi
You’re always welcome 💕
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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 💕
So beautiful Grace, what a sense of tranquility! 💕
That’s so nice to hear. Thank you.💕
Nice one. I like “the third eye”. 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.💕
Ah! That’s absolutely fantastic, Grace. I love this poem. ❤️❤️
I’m happy to hear that , Jeff. Thanks so much.💕
You’re most welcome, Grace. Always. ❤️🥰
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That is so beautiful!! Loved it❤
Thanks so much.💕
You’re right, third eye always sees. A beautiful poem with rhythm and rhyme👍💖
Thanks so much, KK.💕
You’re welcome 🙏
Beautiful, Grace!
Thank you so much .💕
beautiful poem going full circle Grace! 💖
Thanks so much, Cindy.💕
So peaceful to read and beautiful imagery of a tranquil place ❤🙏
Thanks so much.💕
That’s wonderfully written 🙂
Thanks so much, Vignesh.💕
Welcome 🙂
The last lines of the third stanza, the third eye always sees ….it changes the narrative and how. Good read this 🙂