Believe it or not
This is where we ended up
After all that past

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 June 16, 2020, in Wee Poems and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. A powerful way of putting it, Ben! You’d think humanity would’ve come a long way by now. But sadly no. πŸ˜–

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