Last Dance Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

Oh when will you return love

Bird when will you sing

my cloister is humid from sighs

the dew is upon the dawn

im counting how many times the world spins creating day and night

indiferently, but my feelings inhabit another dimention

weather i feel happy or sad

i transgress day and night

happyness sadness

love hate

him her




another day without you,

Grant my due

would you not like me to be redeemed by the rose bush