The grass was greener
the closer I came
Its vision clearer,
and calling my name
All reach was extended
beyond my grasp
With dreams now free,
of future—and past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2017)
Beyond The Sound
Knowing the music wouldn’t last,
his lyrics waxed poetic
Becoming immortal beyond the sound
—all history bowing within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2017)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
Very, very beautiful, Kurt!
Thanks so much, Fred
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