Amazing
how smells
attach to a memory
More vivid
than eyesight
hearing or touch
They wait
deep inside us
to capture the moment
When all
other senses
—have started to rust
(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)
And Coveted Sings...
Love is the freest
most precious of things
To give without cost
and coveted sings
Love to be spoken
and heard unreserved
To harness the wind
—and fly like a bird
(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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