We all search
for prescience
the future
on hold
As each
dying moment
forever
unfolds
We all crave
the silence
preparing
for death
Its welcoming
stillness
a last
— final breath
(The New Room: July, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
Offline)
- Published: July 28th, 2025 11:05
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 6
Comments2
Excellent write Kurt
Thanks again, Tony.
You're welcome
Lovely. A write of death itself and its peace in stillness. Very nice Kurt
Thanks, appreciated.
Most welcome Kurt
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