Come Back On the White Horse
when my eyes are closed
you appear in my
dreams
my tears are rolling down
where have you gone
girl
when blue breeze caress me
i remember your breath
darling
flowers are blooming now
your kisses i feel
here
when silver streams babble
your giggle embrace me
where are you hiding
what is the point in
living
when you are missing
soul mate
come back on the white
horse now
i am
still waiting under your
tree of love
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2016
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