EXIT

Sep 17

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EXIT

The weakened ego
Exhausted by eternal strife
Bows, gives up the ghost

At realising
It’s always your assumptions
That lead you astray

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 17, 2019, in Wee Poems and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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