
Few pleasures pull the soul towards contemplation,
few words control the speech of awe and inspiration,
few eyes can see what walks upon the surface of a dream,
few ears can hear the sound that’s never been…
Few men can boast of princely things like my friend Henry,
within a glass, a bottle and a smile he never hurries,
and so I lift my glass and toast to Mr. Garrity,
may he forever have adventures, thoughts and whims…
C.2024, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 05 FEB 2024, Barcelona
Nur wenige sind nicht wie die vielen. 😉
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Muchísimas gracias 😊
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Lovely artwork and poem!
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Thank you 🙏🏻 Dawn!
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