Your Kisses Burnt
your kisses burnt in the
banks of the
holy ri-
ver
sprouts and grow tall
embracing green
tendril twining trees
your sighs buried in the
depth of the belly of
the remorseful earth
rises and enhance the clouds
weeping sky
rain in the flowers
of my down-
trodden
grave
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2015
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