PAINFULLY AWARE

Aug 21

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PAINFULLY AWARE

Eyes peeled to the raw
Alert in the snow-blind world
Of a waking dream

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 August 21, 2016, in Wee Poems and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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