Lonely People
altruistic monsoon
sublimed drumming
on the chest of the
thatched roof
she is undressing
my dissociated conscience
delicate fingers dance
preparing to make love
with my creative mind
my thoughts my voice
shadow of my existence
arent we all
lonely
here
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2016
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