We Were Welding Our Souls
under the tree of eternal wisdom
yellow light rays of the lazy sun
waiting for the eggs
here we are
aching tissues of white fibres
stretching like a blue snake
a red fly lands on my feet
and breaks into a broad
smile an old leaf flutters
down in slow motion in
front of me languidly
we were welding our souls
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2016
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