Her Bosom Swelled
peace prevailed the flow
of red blood stretched and dreamt
her bosom swelled
n i sobbed
in the valley of
her innocent eyes
like an orphan
kindred spirits fled and echoed
totally awake for yet
another rendezvouz
intoxicating grey clouds danced
n delivered.
, the smell of love
hung there like
an angel
--
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2015
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