CLARITY

CLARITY

She strode purposelessly into the room
Her features were drawn
But the rest of her was real
Suddenly she became transparent
“I hope I make myself clear”
Were her only words

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on August 16, 2011, in Guff, Parables, Poems and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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