I raise my arms to touch the blessed air that gives me life,
and I feel its heaviness…
Filled with music, thoughts, ambitions, and prayers,
I ask for compassion.
I have many faults, but with these faults I was born and
yet, I ask forgiveness…
I open my eyes wide to look upon the resplendence of the sun,
and I know that you desire sincerity…
(please follow the link to Spillwords to finish reading «51», thank you!)
Spillwords.com presents: 51, poetry by Francisco Bravo Cabrera, a poet who uses words, music and paints on a canvas …
Source: 51, poetry by Francisco Bravo Cabrera at Spillwords.com
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Nice one. And I am just visiting..Sir
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Thank you so much Sir! Hope you have a lovely sparkling evening!
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Truly Wonderful
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Thank you so much Willie! All the best my friend and many blessings!
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To you as well. Have a Wonderful and Blessed Weekend
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Bravo, Francisco. Loved the poem and pleased that you have lived longer enough to make your art in all forms as deserved.
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Thank you so much Pat!
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De nada.
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Wonderful poem, Francis. Congratulations upon it being published!
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Thank you 🙏🏻 Janet.
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Très beau. Vraiment.
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Merci beaucoup Myriam!
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Beautiful poetry and well deserved inclusion Francesc.
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Thank you 🙏🏻 so much Malc.
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