Blood Froze In Its Track
the yellow slant of the squinting sun
silently swallowed the black of green
red roads ascended to the pretty sky
n sorrow spilled down the stream quietly
streames giggled
bangles clinked
my soul rocketed
to the realms unknowned
haunting the conscience,deep within
hymning angels caressing the heart n
deep abyss gladly in
emptiness stares
darkness surrounds
depth of darkness, intoxicates
musk of silence lingers
dearth of thoughts
eyes stared into the brain
no ripples
end of the flame
blowing wind stopped to a halt
blood froze in its track
the track of birth and life and love
for a new
existence
{fro
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2015
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