
I was the most audacious and mischievous little grain of sand on the beach beneath the cliffs, on the shore where rocks fragmented, broke and the waves of endless oceans roared.
And in the garden, where dreamers sat and ate green olives under the olive trees so filled with olives, in Sevilla, in the shadows, I became one with the swallows
that flew by, uncaring, laughing, dreaming things unknown to us, carrying sand from beach to mountain, from valleys green to cities grey to playgrounds where our memories still play upon a never ending ocean in the brilliance of the moon…
Francisco Bravo Cabrera
20 FEB 23
Valencia, Spain
Francisco what a beautiful, mesmerizing poem filled with visually stunning images. Your title is like you gorgeous photograph, in a word (like a song of Praise) hugs, Joni
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Thank you so very much Joni. Big hugs to you both!
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Such a beautiful poem it is, enjoyed reading!!!
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Thank you very much!
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Nice one it’s so Amazing,
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Thank you so much!
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Lots of great visuals in this joyful poem.
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Thank you Pat!
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You’re welcome.
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So beautiful!
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Thank you so much Susan!
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Exquisite poem!
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Thank you so much Cassa!
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You are so welcome. Thank you for creating. 💚
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What a beautiful poem Francisco. And your visuals, so on point🌹
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Thank you, so very much! ⚘️⚘️⚘️
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I have always loved this form you created, but this takes it to a whole new level. This is the most amazing example of the form. Absolutely beautiful poem, my friend!
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Thank you so much my friend!
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