In the Land of Ruined Temples
we are up
beyond time
and space
dark caves of
wood and stones
merging into sleep
in the infant night
when they are drinking
dancing and seducing
surfacing on dreams
of dogs cows and rickshaws
of the land of ruined
temples
we need to go soon
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2016
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