CHEERS!

CHEERS!

Mourn not passing moments
There’s always the next one
Wherever, whenever
However it arrives

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 18, 2016, in Wee Poems and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

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