If you live long enough…
those things you missed
will again return
No longer wrapped
in layers of disguise
But flying on spirit wings
the Archangels have endowed
Bequeathed
to the morning’s sunrise
—your exiting dawn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
Awaiting Breath
The incarnation of silence,
sound without tone
Words embody in the night
—crying to be known
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
Quite lovely indeed!
Another tiramisù moment!
Thank you for sharing.
Stay safe my dear friend.🤗
~Laura~🌻
Thanks Laura. Your namesake has been keeping me very busy.
You stay safe up there in the Big City.
Kurt
She’s relentless!🤗
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I’m doing my best to stay safe!
Almost 4,000 cases in Brooklyn!
Ouch!
this is worth sharing papa
Thanks
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