There was a time
when my vision was raw
but my words
were riper still
There was a time
before there was pain
with the weather
never chill
There was a time
when the wind called my name
zephyrs
fresh and new
There was a time
with my feelings in song
in love with the moment
— and you
(Perelman Center: September, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
Online)
- Published: September 17th, 2025 17:33
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
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