I SEE

Aug 27

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I SEE

See, what it is it is
And what it’s not it’s not
We think we understand
But then we think again

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 27, 2016, in Wee Poems and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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