
I’ve been that grain of sand beneath a seagull’s black beak,
that held the tide from swallowing the beach.
I’ve been the single rock that children’s hands couldn’t reach,
that ocean’s bathed
with tides
on days
when lonely spirits dreamed of love…
I thought I had accomplished all that I came to do,
and I would be returned to where I lived,
but time has passed,
a million days,
I’ve been forgotten,
why such delay?
When lonely spirits dreamt of peace…
You might not recognise me if you see me again,
I will no longer be the one I was.
The salty shores,
the brilliant sun,
the thought of being so far from home…
I’ve done all I was asked to do, my mission’s success,
has surely been recorded and well known,
but still I linger here,
no hand has come for me yet,
perhaps I’m meant to walk these lands
pretending to forget…
C.2023, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 22 JUL 2023, València, España.
Very cool poem, Francisco. Hoid photo to go with it.
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So glad you liked it Pat, thank you!
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*good photo.
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Thank you!
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Beautiful
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Thank you so much Satyam!
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Welcome 🙏 freinds
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Very welcome.
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❤ !!!
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Thank you so much!
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Wonderful poem! I won’t forget you!
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Thank you so much Dawn!
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Hi Francisco, I also feel like that that I have accomplished all my dreams, but I am only 47… sometimes life seems long as you describe, sometimes life flies by. I really admire you!!! Xxx Sandra by the way I really liked the bit where you said a rock that children couldn’t reach»… xxx
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Thank you so very much Sandra. Life is life… all the best!
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