STORM

STORM

Time to close windows
And doors for a while at least
Until things calm down

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 December 3, 2017, in Wee Poems and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Resonating, relating and empathizing, Ben. Our storms are different yet the same. Wishing you peace and calm, dear sir. πŸŒ…πŸ’™

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