DIZZY DIZZY

May 21

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DIZZY DIZZY

When you reach the heights.
What remains but to descend?
So take a good look.

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 May 21, 2017, in Wee Poems and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Betty Hayes Albright | May 22, 2017 at 6:37 PM

    To just grow wings and fly….

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