Pictures of pictures
Are all we have to work with
Yet are the painter

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 3, 2015, in Wee Poems and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. An empty canvas is waiting for us all.. πŸ™‚


  2. dawnofdivinerays

    Reblogged this on Dawn of Divine Rays.


  3. Thank you for reposting. πŸ™‚


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