CUTTING THE STRINGS

Mar 1

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CUTTING THE STRINGS

Never mind all this
You always felt there was more
And you were not wrong

But of course it takes a while
To unlearn all the nonsense

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 March 1, 2019, in Wee Poems and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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