Sadness. Joyfulness.
Who is it that entertains
These fleeting pastels?

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 November 9, 2017, in Wee Poems and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. Awesome write up Ben. Thanks a lot for this post 😊.

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  2. Ah, those “fleeting pastels” – I love that. (And perhaps entertained by “I Am”.)

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  3. Yes, that makes more sense. I was looking at it backwards. 😊

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  4. I danced a jig for them
    but there was no applause.

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