Ripples Die
bottle of wine shattered
bay of my lips at the
earth shakes like an
epileptic i am turn-
ing red
closed eyes medi-
tation rain bows
on the retina
greying slee-
p ripples die
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2015
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