HERE WE ARE THEN

Sep 15

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HERE WE ARE THEN

The nature of time
Inspiring till we expire
Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick …

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 September 15, 2018, in Wee Poems and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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