WISDOM
Wisdom…
Flowing through eternal dreams
before the first stone was laid down,
before the newborn’s primal scream,
before the seed took root,
before the clouds caressed the tops of mountains
or the waters flowed as rivers through the land.
Before the sky was blue,
when the seas knew no limits,
in the days before the dust of stars
traversed the vastness of space,
or the shadows of the mountains
covered valleys filled with sand,
wisdom found her rightful place,
wisdom found a place to hide,
to linger lazily and quiet
deep inside the mind of man.
C.2025, Francisco Bravo Cabrera – 16 JUN 2025 – Valencia, España
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Lovely
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Thank you!
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beautiful
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Thank you!
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I found your poem powerful and effective
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Thank you so much dear Luisa!
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Truly my pleasure!
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Love it, Francisco.
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Thank you so much Pat!
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Very welcome, Francisco.
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Beautiful poem! I love your use of imagery and nature in your poem. Great work 🙂
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Thank you so much!
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