#poem, «Hours»

(Image by and property of Francisco Bravo Cabrera/All Rights Reserved)

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.2025, Francisco Bravo Cabrera – Valencia, España

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  1. Avatar de azurea20 azurea20 dice:
    02/14/2025 a las 17:29

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    1. Avatar de valenciartist valenciartist dice:
      02/14/2025 a las 18:29

      Gracias mil azurea20! 😊🙏😊

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    02/14/2025 a las 17:31

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      02/14/2025 a las 18:28

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  3. Avatar de fiasco.gallery fiasco.gallery dice:
    02/14/2025 a las 23:38

    just step on that train my brother

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    1. Avatar de valenciartist valenciartist dice:
      02/15/2025 a las 13:27

      If it don’t move too fast, I may just hop on brother… All the best!

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