
ASK
Did I hear you right?
Did you really say that I can ask
and that you will give me whatever I want?
So my friend, then I’d say
give me a rainbow.
No!
Instead,
give me a magic tornado,
one that would sweep from the earth all the ugliness,
all the misfortunes, all the pain,
suffering,
disease.
A storm with a magic broom to sweep away
everything that we’re afraid of.
Let it’s flash floods,
instead of destruction, wash away the sadness,
wash away the pain,
so that after the rain
we can smile
and forget all our hardships.
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This poem does not imply that the damages caused by tornadoes are valuable and good, instead it refers to the idea of a cleansing storm that would only wipe from our midst negative things and leave all the good people and good things unharmed. It is figurative and most certainly not literal.
Thank you.
I wrote this poem back in 2021
Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 19 FEB 2021, València, Spain
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J’aime le Jazz mais pas tout le Jazz.
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Comme moi, merci Bernard.
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Wonderful poem!
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Thank you so much Dawn!
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A lovely write indeed!
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Thank you so very much!
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Such a great poem Francis.. Love it❣️❣️❣️
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Thank you 🙏🏻 so much Cindy!
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Very welcome Francis❤️❤️
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