FROZEN SOLID LOCKED OUT

Feb 27

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FROZEN SOLID LOCKED OUT

When this and that concur
And harmony is restored
’tis then that snow melts

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 February 27, 2019, in Wee Poems and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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