And when tomorrow comes, finally comes, the night has passed,
and you alone must face the weary sunshine of another day,
alone…
And if tomorrow comes, finally comes, after the night has passed,
and the first rays of the sun burn through your eyes,
will you accept another day?
To push you through the eternity of hours you pierce your skin,.
To rush you through the light of day you choose which dreams to ponder.
I never want to hear about those dreams,
miserable dreams of darkness,
miserable dreams indeed…
And when tomorrow comes, yes, it will come,
you’ll stand beside your window, and the sun,
yes, the rising sun,
will catch you smiling…
C.2022, Francis Bravo Cabrera, 17 MAY 2022, Miami Beach, Florida, US.
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I’m glad I read to the end of the poem. Your first lines concerned me, which is why the ending put a sunny smile on my face.
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Thank you Pat! I am glad that the ending put a smile on your face. Actually, since I have been here, I wake up with a smile because I look out my balcony and I see that blue, blue Atlantic Ocean, cannot help but feel good…
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Ocean views are wonderful. When we were at Dam Neck in VA Beach, I stepped out to capture the sunrise as soon as I was dressed. 🌅
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Without a doubt they are something magical.
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A amazing photo. I had a cloudy night in Michigan. I couldn’t see.
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Thank you. Here in Miami it was very cloudy the night before, the moon was not visible, but last night it was pretty good…
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Here in Michigan. Spring is very late. You are welcome.
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All the best to you.
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Aha! Went «dark» with a purpose – to underline hope and promise.
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That’s a good analogy my friend. Thank you.
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Thank you for visit and like ! 🙂
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Thank you very much! 😊
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