When Does He Rise
sharp thorns of guilt
wrapped in aroma
of love
she is gazing at
the colourless
blue water
of the lost daylight
fearless rider
at the edge of life
peeping through
the closed doors
of death
strangers are friends now
how long to go
migrating birds confused
losing the direction
resonance of wants
emergence of greeds
broken flutes of lust
booming bells from
the ruined temples
when does he rise
again
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2016
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