The Garden Beneath
You bloom where
you’re planted
the Sage
told the Priest
Your flowers
won’t blossom
if distant
and bleak
As fate
seeds your valley
the force
reaches out
Reseeding
creation
in whispers
— that shout
(The New Room: January, 2025)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2025
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