THESE FURROWED BROWS

THESE FURROWED BROWS

You can spot thinkers
But what preoccupies them
Is it of value?

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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 feelings.

Posted on January 6, 2014, in Wee Poems and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. It is to them (us, right?).

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