SUN DRENCHED TROPICS
Sunburnt skin
and bloodshot eyes,
wading in shallow water,
dirty feet have crossed through dirty sand,
forgetting all the fairy tales they’ve spoken.
Lies, confusion,
confusion, lies…
A figure,
(perhaps a man?)
rises from the shark infested ocean.
On his shoulders,
trembling from the icy cold of
sun-drenched tropics,
sit the forgotten,
the hungry,
the beautiful,
the ignorant
and the fools.
Where to my laughing friends?
The foolish ask..
As far as I can tell.
we’re on our way to hell…
C.2024, Francisco Bravo Cabrera – 15 DEC 2024 – Valencia, España
JaZzArt en València 
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Nice 👍 Merry Christmas 🎅
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Thank you 🙏🏻 Merry Christmas 🎄
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Muy bueno. 💐💐
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Thank you Azurea20!
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so pretty
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Thank you so much Beth!
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Love your words powerfully expressed, Francisco💓
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Thank you so much Cindy!
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Sounds about right, Francisco.
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Wonderful! Thank you Pat!
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