PAINTS AND PAINTERS

PAINTS AND PAINTERS

Colours
Our servants

Our masters
Colours

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 9, 2015, in Wee Poems and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. You must have penned this just for me.. πŸ™‚ I have been up to my elbows in paint.. decorating the last two days… my hair was a lovely shade of Peach today πŸ™‚

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