SELF-IMAGE

SELF-IMAGE

To avoid the Devil
Best keep clear of mirrors
Not all the time perhaps
Just at the wrong moments

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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 October 15, 2016, in Wee Poems and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. I love this.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Now you see me, now you don’t. 😉

    Like

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