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Dreams Neatly Stacked
Never giving it all
Never losing it all
False wisdom
From the voices of drought
Emptying my heart
With a soul left in parts
All promises
Vain wishes in doubt
But giving it all
New rain started to fall
My eyes opening up
From inside
The clouds pulling back
Showing dreams neatly stacked
Where my will and my spirit
—reside
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2016)
Copyright ©
Kurt Philip Behm
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