Blowing Like a Wind
delicate mind wiggles
like a tail
white smoke in the black
hills in the distance
turning into grey clouds
blue merges to orange
tiny spots of life
we are in the vast
galaxy of love
blowing like a wind
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2016
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