HOOK, LINE AND SINKER

Jun 6

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HOOK, LINE AND SINKER

Anglers spend their days
In hoping to catch something
Which catches itself

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 6, 2018, in Wee Poems and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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