Would Be

Twirl around
dreams come and go,
lingered sounds
the same old tones.
Feathered thoughts
flow with the breeze.
Dreams are lost
like misplaced keys.
Years pass by
moments are gone,
hopes are sighs
each day a yawn.
Count rain drops
assign a wish,
heart soon hops
a joyful switch.
Paint a smile
till it is real,
feel love pile
absorb and heal.
Every pore
fills with white light,
dreams explore
as life turns bright.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

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