MOVING ON

MOVING ON
……………………………………………………………………………………………For T. S. Eliot
In the end we see
What we stopped ourselves seeing
In the beginning

 

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 30, 2018, in Wee Poems and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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