Dogs-My Crimes Are Vanishing
fraudulent whispers
spread like wild fire
they open late
smiling for no reason
roar of muffled engines
time is still at noon
they close then into
a dreamy sleep
two black lady dogs
and a brown gentleman
with white ears
strolling languidly
my crimes are vanishing
into a blissful punishment
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2016
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