Hours filled with thoughts roll before me…
I’m dreaming of travelling north,
as I watch silver trains roll on by me,
floating like ghostly silver smoke.
But this stale, clingy south surrounds me like flowers,
that brighten my eyes as I dance,
trying to provoke me to stay and to keep me.
So I sit in the street where my hope is my chance.
I sit and I think, and I dream,
and I find myself floating in the smoke
and running through wind,
and my thoughts roll before me,
and the hours fill my mind…
C.2022, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 19 FEB 2022, València, España
Did you already published your writings ?
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No, all unpublished, except for the ones I publish on Spillwords Press.
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Lost in thought is important to do.
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Absolutely Mary. Thank you!
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