Warmest Dance

The shiny sun
offers a hand,
entices me
into a dance.

The warmest ray
touches my face,
tattoos my skin
fills me with grace.

A happy tune
plays in the breeze,
moving the leaves
on swaying trees.

As wild winds sweep,
whistle and chime,
form perfect beats
that can stop time.

A stage of grass,
song without words,
just sprinkled rain,
and flapping birds.

The moisture dries
mild hues shine bright,
sun fades away
bringing moonlight.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

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  1. Well penned!
    Reminds me of those good times in the park. Crowed to look into. Fewer worries & more enjoyment. Running towards home in order to avoid those tiny sparkles of rain.
    Perfect!

  2. This is beyond beautiful, Grace! I really love it when you use your name somewhere in your poems, it feels a lot more special. Loved it ❤

  3. This is just beyond incredible, my dear Grace!!! What a stunning piece! The rhyming, the imagery, the soothing flow, the sweet message and the beauty through it all just blows me away. Your words danced in my heart 💫🖤🤗

  4. Enjoyed the whole piece, I was particularly drawn in by these verses

    “As wild winds sweep,
    whistle and chime,
    form perfect beats
    that can stop time.

    A stage of grass,
    song without words,
    just sprinkled rain,
    and flapping birds.”

    Rhythm, grace and vivid depiction. Takes talent to do all three at the same time.

    Beautifully written Grace.

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