Language Shared Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Language Shared



Born to the same words as you,
the feelings were my own
Language shared, intention spared,
a vision fully grown
Our words converse, beyond my verse,
your prose unto my rhyme
To search that darkest hidden place,
each footstep out of time

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2017)

Wednesday, May 4, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: june,rhyme,words
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