Seven years of perfection,
the memories still deep
in my heart
A constant beginning,
one vow
that we never would part
With time and the seasons,
and those reasons
that neither of us chose
We fell dead like a mystery,
unraveled,
—its magic exposed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: November 1st, 2016 09:38
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 25
Comments3
Breathtaking piece. Sometimes we choose each other without realizing it.
Thanks so much!
Kurt
Awesome
Thans, Tony!
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