Through Time

Breezy bright day,
days float through time,
time flies and sways,
sways as it climbs.
Climbs over fears,
fears create views,
views of the years,
years that left hues.
Hues alway lasts,
lasts underneath,
underneath vast,
vast memories.
Memories haunt,
haunt to stop cheer,
cheers build a fort,
forts meant to clear.
Clears up a path,
path touches skies,
skies without wraths,
wraths say “goodbye”.
Goodbyes allow
a sense of peace,
peace offers vows,
vows fill the breeze.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Originally Published February 8, 2022

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