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Jairo Santiago Poem
TOMORROW
TOMORROW will dawn
Tomorrow will be
Tomorrow I will be
Tomorrow I will have
Tomorrow I will see
Tomorrow I will go
Tomorrow I will live.
Tomorrow would dawn
Tomorrow would be
Tomorrow would tell.
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Only tomorrow
Always tomorrow
Why tomorrow?
When is tomorrow?
Tomorrow will bring another day!
How I wish that dawn was today!
Copyright © Jairo Santiago | Year Posted 2026
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Jairo Santiago Poem
Life to Breath
Darker seems each step downward
Parts of me every tear took away
I saw my disappearance appear
In those nights I kept quiet
The mirror failed to see me
My skin felt the non-existed touch
Apathy and emptiness filled my being
You searched for me, forsaken no longer
The rope I grabbed lifted me up
Clearer was the light up above
Your voice like a joyful song I heard
Life smiles, your strength holds me
My heart beats again, life involves me
What a bright day! Freely the gentle breeze I breath.
Copyright © Jairo Santiago | Year Posted 2026
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Jairo Santiago Poem
CLOUD OF MUD
It is not a white cloud.
It is not a dark cloud.
It is a cloud of mud.
It doesn´t indicate the presence of the sun;
It doesn´t announce a rainy day.
It is a mix of water and dirt
It is not a white cloud.
It is not a dark cloud.
It is not a cloud.
Copyright © Jairo Santiago | Year Posted 2026
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Jairo Santiago Poem
OCTOBER’S GARDEN
January is fresh, new paths it always brings.
December is a companion to finish the line.
Throughout the year, life beautifully springs;
Plenty of flowers make the garden a shrine.
What grows in October, anyway?
Lennon was born in this month,
My birthday is on the fourth,
‘Tis also Saint Francis’s Celebration Day.
Lennon sang love: that´s all we need;
Saint Francis cared for all creatures: that´s love indeed.
As for me, of hope and peace I sow the seed.
All other months are fine; one could be a bellwether.
Wonderful things October displays,
Including its charm of pleasant weather.
Copyright © Jairo Santiago | Year Posted 2026
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Jairo Santiago Poem
I LOVE THE WIND
I love the wind!
And when it feels loved by me,
Its existence is really for me.
I love the wind!
Copyright © Jairo Santiago | Year Posted 2026
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