THE PULSE

Aug 3

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THE PULSE

We seek the rhythm
Finding ourselves out of sync
Fast … Slow … What is time?

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 August 3, 2019, in Wee Poems and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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