None see our feelings
We think and talk of our love
Action’s how they tell

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 6, 2017, in Wee Poems and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. That is true Ben.. we can talk till the cows come home as they say, but only we feel the words.. ❤

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  2. I agree. Sometimes the only way to show we care is through words, and those are often inadequate.

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