One Voice Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

One Voice



A place though small enough to write,
still big enough to dream

My pen, a passport out of time,
with phrases to redeem

The North Wind calls, a purple sky,
on wings my ear enchants

And hears but one voice through the clouds
—to make the letters dance

(The New Room: February,2021)

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