The sky moves through me and below me,
above me and through me.
In my dreams,
I am air…
My power to believe travels freely,
away from the sounds of the Earth,
away from the earth in my fingers, my eyes, and my thoughts,
that full of earth can’t fly like you do
above all.
C.2022, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 12 FEB 2022, València, España 🇪🇸
JaZzArt en València 
Every spirit was meant to soar! Great poem, Francisco!
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Thank you Brad! And I certainly agree with that!
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possibilities are limitless
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They do seem to be…thank you Beth!
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Well done.
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Thank you!
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Love the images that you have conjectured. Soar, swoop, and swirl in 3-D space.
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Thank you Pat! 😊🍷🌹
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Great imagery! I agree with all the other comments you’ve received. Have a great weekend, Francis.
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Thank you so much Janet! You too, a lovely weekend to you!
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Es un buen poema Francisco. Me gustó cómo lo dices.
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Muchisimas gracias mi amigo Manuel. Un buen finde y un saludo.
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Por nada Francis.
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