Trees Are Speaking 3
skinned green trees
bleeding ghosts
fallen leaves
inner disquiet
unchartered journeys
love is an ocean
arent we scapegoats
following the footsteps
of fermented purple grapes
prisoners of intoxicated embrace
existential angst retrospections
naked honest introspections
i am kissing the painted
red guitar from spruce
trees are speaking
aug 31 2016
3.51 pm
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2016
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