All that awaits
are the memories
All that’s left
still unclaimed
All that I treasure
lay buried inside
All in those choices
— unmade
(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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- Published: July 17th, 2025 09:05
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 4
Comments2
Living in the future. A poem so true of many. Lovely
Thanks Soren.
You're welcome Kurt
Living in the future instead of living in the now, enjoyed the read
Thanks again, PL.
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