Poem: «Where the Wind Goes»

(Image of Miami Beach, property of FBC, Omnia Caelum Studios Valencia. All Rights Reserved)

I waited for the wind to sail to sail me to the north,

I waited for the sails to dry and waited for a month,

a month when skies are yellow

and the moon rises above,

the clouds that shaped like cellos

played a symphony of love…

The palm trees moving to the song

that lingers in the wind,

the ancient stone,

the long lost home,

is always in my dreams.

Where the wind goes I don’t care

because I know I will be there…

C.2022, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 06 APR 2022, Miami Beach, FL (USA)

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  1. Avatar de spwilcen spwilcen dice:

    Beautiful, Francisco. Every sailor is an artist or poet.

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    1. Without a doubt. Thank you Espie!

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  2. Avatar de equipsblog equipsblog dice:

    Love the poem. Miami must be agreeing with you

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    1. The heat is beginning to wear me out a bit 😊

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      1. Avatar de equipsblog equipsblog dice:

        Florida’s heat and humidity are two reasons that I don’t want to live there except maybe in January and February.

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      2. Yes! August and September are the worst! The traffic is also unbearable!

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  3. Avatar de beth beth dice:

    and that’s a good place to be!

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  4. Avatar de Brad Osborne Brad Osborne dice:

    Beautifully expressed, my friend! Love the perspective offered and felt connected to its transient nature.

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    1. Thank you so much Brad!

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  5. So beautiful, Francisco!

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    1. Thank you so much Tiffany!

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