I heard
death call
before seeing
its face
Far in
the distance
it sent
its embrace
Each sound
an omen
betrothed
deep inside
Announcing
the groom
awaiting
— the bride
(The New Room: May, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
Love this one Kurt I could feel it a fave
Thanks. Hopefully, still a long way off.
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