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…
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Spillwords.com presents: 51, poetry by Francisco Bravo Cabrera, a poet who uses words, music and paints on a canvas …
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Beautiful words
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Thank you Sir, so very much!
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Such a beautiful poem, Francisco!
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Thank you so much Dawn. I truly appreciate your words.
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A wonderful poem..
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Thank you 🙏🏻 so much!
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