The first cut sharp and burning red,
don’t edit away its fire
Keep the wound both fresh and raw,
never cauterize your ire
The horizon breaks just once each day,
a new dawn—cold hearts aspire
Rays burning deep, first light to keep,
—its ashes to inspire
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: November 5th, 2016 09:31
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 28
Comments3
Captivating rhymes and meter. Love it! Christina
Thanks so much!
Good advice. Nicely done.
Thanks A.
Kurt
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