TRANSGRESSIONS

TRANSGRESSIONS

How we delude ourselves
How we love to pretend

While the better part of us
Well knows time will untie us

Has no fear – For forgiveness
Is unbound by mere 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 May 30, 2020, in Wee Poems and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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