Your windows are like eyes that burn in darkness,
in cold flames they’re consumed in ice and snow,
they shape the brilliance calloused in her hardness,
they claim to run like lightning but they’re slow.
The blue and green that’s splattered in your pupils
taints everything you touch with your sharp gaze,
the arrow shot at you by one blind Cupid
has left you maimed so you won’t win this race.
I catch the light that sleeps beneath your covers,
and throw it to the rivers fresh with blood,
you are the one that suffers, not the others,
sitting quite saintly on your throne of mud.
One day I’ll catch the light and throw her shadows…
C.2022, Francis Bravo Cabrera, 06 FEB 2022, Valencia, Spain
JaZzArt en València 
QUè bonito. Me gusta.
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Muchas gracias Azurea, feliz domingo y un saludo
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Amazing! Smooth and consistent in meter and highlighted with such great images and metaphors. A wonderful verse that left me wanting more. Well done, my friend!
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Thank you so much my dear friend!
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wonderful descriptors
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Thank you so much Beth!
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Excellent!
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Thank you 😊
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