SATOR SQUARE

Sep 2

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SATOR SQUARE

With eyes or with words
Worlds within worlds within worlds
Solitary dreams
Creators and creations
Illusory companions

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 2, 2019, in Wee Poems and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

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