My Last Poem Poem by Geovanni Leaño

this is my last poem,
(all things are reallY destined to end,
all things aRe reAlly meant to be free from the start,
now i know, That such beauty exist because of freedom,
because of freedom, tHings preserve theIr beauty, naturally,
and because of it, man ought to deSire somethIng without even knowing that doing So will tend to make its beauty Fade away,
i lOve nature, foR its rain will make me smile,
like a fireflY that exaggerates the darkness' beauty,
but the sad reality is that we will never get tO own them, just like yoU...)
for tonight...