Living within the madness
the echoes come and go
Channeling everything left unsaid
in phrases yet to know
Time suspended, barriers down
the walls come crashing in
Each voice a memory which haunts sublime
—that unforgiven sin
(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Dear Kurt,
Your written words are ‘truer than true’!
“Each voice a memory which haunts sublime
—that unforgiven sin “
I couldn’t have expressed my thoughts/feelings better than you have.
Thank you for sharing ❣️
Laura 🌻
Thanks Laura. Great to hear from you.
Kurt
Always my pleasure. 🤗
I enjoy reading all of your writings and commenting on them.
I haven’t been at my best for a while. I feel much better now.
Laura🌻
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