Clandestine of life
Plunging the waters of freedom
Seeing the path of passion
Writing a poem without meaning;

So this is what one is:
A looney wandering the world
Speaking about love
Talking with trees
Awakening the dark;

Lovers come and go
Falling in the deep hole of love
And yet, a last dance
Must be held

To feel the movement
From the wind’s rhythm;
To see glitter eyes
In the presence of beauty

To taste the world
without time
Until the energy
Wants to settle down.

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Santiago Ospina writes poetry just to highlight the beauty of the world and to raise awareness through philosophic questions.