Above,
as if flying over tiny waves
which cause delirium to tiny animals,
to children,
and to men with evil thoughts,
are these wooden ships that wonder,
illuminate,
fly,
and sail to places loud and strong.
The air,
that spreads these tiny particles,
the dreams of those
who through a sea of blue have travelled,
shudders as it reminisces,
smiles a melancholic smile,
and lingering,
shows me all her wonders,
mile after nautical mile…
But in a sea of green
there are things
I have not seen…
C.2024, Francisco Bravo Cabrera – 05 JAN 2025 – Valencia, España
JaZzArt en València 
Love the photo and the poem without quite understanding either. 🤔
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Thank you 🙏🏻 Pat.
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You are welcome, Francisco.
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Lovely imagery!
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Thank you so much!
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Wonderful Poem and Beautiful Picture.
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Greetings Willie, and thanks so much!
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So beautiful photo.
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Thank you! Good morning Sir! How are you today? I am getting ready to have my walk. What is your assignment today?
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Poem and Photograph, beautiful. Thank you, Love, nia
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Thank you so much Nia!
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So beautiful, Francisco!
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Thank you kindly Dawn!
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