Valley of Hope
birth from the lonely virgin
brought up on the edge
of the scorching
sun
one drop of blood, youth
in the old man's eyes
dust out of your nei-
ghbers, wanderi-
ng in the rain the wi-
nd aimless in the v-
alley of hope
deep soil die
by my feet burning in fi-
re drenched in swea-
t black wounds on
the fingers of bl-
ossoming flors
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2015
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