There’s gray
in my beard
but no gray
in my soul
Where Peter Pan
flies
Cherub’s wings
in control
My edges
though silver
my center
of gold
One glance
never tells you
what prescience
— beholds
(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
Online) - Published: July 22nd, 2025 10:24
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