Fun in Oblivion

Santiago Ospina poet published author

Fun in oblivion

writing from the heart

letters throughout the hand;

Sitting on the grass

contemplating beyond the line

between blues and whites;

a joy running across neurons;

Comedy in the walkers' eyes

hoping to have a dream

and stay in beauty

one more eternity;

And yet, they're going 

back to their lousy

virtual comfort of their lives

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