
I’m hoping the waters that touch you don’t turn into acid and rot,
and that the breeze won’t turn orange with dust and disgust as it strolls past your face.
I hope the earth where you stood can forget your vile footsteps, and that the shadows you cast be recast as the fog in the depths of the night…
C.2025, Francisco Bravo Cabrera – 06 JUN 2025 – Barcelona, Catalunya
CHEERS
Thank you, Francesco, for the colorful creation and your poem.
Joanna
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I hope you liked it Joanna, thank you so much!
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You are welcome, Francesco!
Joanna
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Lovely the colours. ❤️
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Thank you!
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Sí, els colors, germà meu
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Gràcies bro!
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Lol. How do you really feel, Francisco? Strong descriptions.
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Feeling great Pat! No, no I never wrote about myself 😊
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Powerful words, Brother … haunting and vivid. Your imagery always stirs the soul and makes us reflect deeply. Keep creating, always.
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Thank you so much my Brother! Always appreciate your words and blessings, Many blessings to you too.
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My pleasure Brother.
Be Safe, Be Well, Be Blessed…
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