Blood Is Red 1
i lie supine here gazing at the lonely star
smiling at you on the other side the sea
vast endlessness changing hues
of manifestations
cursive flow of thoughts opaqueness etches
itself now
emerging of identities ensuing division
black or white blood is red
hair ablaze hallowing
luscious trees with shining leaves
contorted limbs from the last war
war is a crime
luminous flowers blooming into
desirous dreams
psychadelic penetration
blood is red
4.57 am march 15 2019
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2019
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