
The earth shakes
the wind stops blowing
the sky turns red
the sound of the million things rise to crush the gentle ears
and fire rips and burns the tender flesh.
Tears carve a path through skin that’s been ripped with someone’s hatred
and heaven opens its doors
with saddened smiles…
C.2024, Francisco Bravo Cabrera – 30/05/2024 – Valencia, Spain
That’s a wonderful poem, Francis. Vivid for all the senses.
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Thank you so much Janet.
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Any place, any time, any one.
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Yes…
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Great poem.
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Thank you kindly!
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You’re most welcome. 😊
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This is a powerful piece Francisco, Lovely work. Blessings to you both!
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Thank you so much Joni! And blessings to you both too.
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This is a wonderful poem, Francisco!
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Thank you so much Dawn!
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