A girl stands on a ladder
it’s made from the bark of a strong tree
she stands so many inches from the green grass
being held
so she can connect to the cloud and moon
make friends with the tender moon
who’s already friends with the sighing grey cotton cloud
she can see the soft smile
behind the sighing greys
the light behind any sadness
and the soft tenderness in the sky
and she sees she’s being held by a strength
looked after by the bark of a tender tree
and allowed to see a soft smiling light of the tender moon
grounded still
in the sky
yet held by parts of the earth
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Author:
Yellow rose (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Wow so beautiful. Thanks for sharing !
Thank you 🙂
Appreciate your kind comment
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Beautiful poem, friend. Thank you for sharing! 🌹👏
Thankyou 🙂
You're welcome.
Metaphorical this poem sends its message of trust and so gently
Thanks for your lovely comment
Such a lovely poem Caring dove. Beautiful poetic expression. Have a wonderful Saturday.
Thankyou for your lovely , comment .. Cassie 🙂 glad you enjoyed my poem
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