The Well Runs Dry Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Well Runs Dry



If we let them in,
serendipity drops

If we keep them out,
our heritage stops

With open arms,
to deal from the heart

Or dreams are crushed,
—and cast in the dark

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2018)

Thursday, February 15, 2018
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