Walking Alone
light dies behind
the carved mou-
ntain
scorpions copulate
dance of death
rhythm of breath
this poison is quenching
my thirst
third eye is opening
now
red light signal in
the track of broken
love
wandering like a nomad
that glass of blood
and tears
shaking bed of
love
rain is red
in the dark corridor
of social comscience
i walk alone
not lonely
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2016
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