I spent the morning in heaven
I spent the afternoon in hell
In the evening I sat in the garden
Serenely sipping lemon tea
And listening to the birds

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 June 22, 2012, in Guff, Poems and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. I decided to post this, and then came across this:

    Sadly, there is nowhere I could find to “Like” it. 😦


  2. Well, I… followed the link and unfortunately I’m not a magician so I also didn’t find a Like. But I shared it. Maybe it doesn’t equal a like, but… it’s a very nice poem, indeed.
    P.S. Am I coherent? I reached my highest yet point of tiredness…

    Liked by 1 person

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