I Am Wearing the New Rain
they pluck innocent flowers
of the dying earth
throw it up in the sky
and giggle lunatically
chapped lips wrinkled minds
cactus in the yellow sand
bleeding ostriches hide
their growing eggs
a camel sleeping
on four legs
i am wearing the new rain
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2016
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