
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
Beautiful sky, and meaningful poem.. It seems really we all going to t(he(ll)re. Thank you dear Francisco, have a nice day, Love, nia
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Thank you so much dear Nia! All the best to you.
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beautiful –
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Thank you Beth, so much!
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Love the photo and the poem.
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Thank you so much Dawn!
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