Writing empty spaces,
words taken away
Leaving a great silence
—where destiny plays
(Dreamsleep: August, 2021)
Blind Meridian
Fire burns hottest
that burns below
Centuries rage
heartache’s grow
The coldest cold
blows just above
A gripping blizzard
—wrath ungloved
(Dreamsleep: August, 2021)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments1
really liked the first one
sometimes I read my scribbles
and all I see, is all that they hide...
('Living', a Great silence)
thanks for sharing, dear Poet
"All I see
is all that they hide"
I love it.
Kurt
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