BEFORE WE SEE

Oct 18

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BEFORE WE SEE

Trying to impress
Always less than impressive
Still on the journey

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 October 18, 2018, in Wee Poems and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. the secret keeper | October 19, 2018 at 10:31 PM

    Being inspired rare
    Humility honors Muse
    Listen when she speaks

    © j.k

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  2. Ben Naga | November 6, 2018 at 2:14 AM

    GRAND ENTRANCE

    She enters my space
    With a tinkling down my spine
    And I am all ears

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