Born young again myself befriends,
the years all left behind
To wither and die one last goodbye
then bury into time
Born young until myself instilled
as deja vu reminds
Of Autumn snow my heart aglow
—new memory in rhyme
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
Ball & Chain
Hostage to fortune,
prisoner of time
Trophies a burden,
polished and shined
Greed but a jailer,
freedom denied
Hope in confinement
—wishing a crime
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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'Born young until myself instilled
as deja vu reminds
Of Autumn snow my heart aglow
—new memory in rhyme'..
these lines are so subtle and distilled,
they ink-out imagery of the memories I thought I had long forgotten,
a great write, Kurt
thank you!
Just for you!
Thanks LB.
Kurt
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