BUTTERFLY

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BUTTERFLY

Asleep
Awake
Dreaming

Clear of how or why
We glide on two wings
The amaranthine sky

Dreaming
Awake
Asleep

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 September 6, 2015, in Poems and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. silentlyheardonce | September 7, 2015 at 4:28 PM

    Unless they linger too long and get devoured. Been watching too much NetGo this weekend. (Wild Animals in Africa)

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  2. dawnofdivinerays | September 7, 2015 at 4:35 PM

    Reblogged this on Dawn of Divine Rays.

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