SECRET KEEPER

Jun 27

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SECRET KEEPER

I was here all the time
While it was here that kept
Moving around while I
Kept imagining it

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 June 27, 2017, in Wee Poems and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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