The Whispering Muse
Torn from the moment,
each page sorely ragged
whose ink has long faded
but memory bound
The story is telling,
its magic eternal
inside it awaits us
—a treasure unfound
(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2022
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