RITARDANDO

Jan 11

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RITARDANDO

Patient, the future
It’s not going anywhere
So no need to rush

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 January 11, 2013, in Guff, Wee Poems and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. dpbowman | January 11, 2013 at 4:45 PM

    Unwrap the present slowly and with care
    You never know what treasure is waiting there.
    ~dpbowman

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