Its Magic Exposed Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Its Magic Exposed



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)

Tuesday, November 1, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: time
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