This leaf in my path
It was not there yesterday
Which of us has changed?

Books are made from trees
Who is it recognises
That books have leaves too?

Wind blows through all things
Leaves, paths, books, trees, observers
Who causes the wind?

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 July 13, 2020, in Poems and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

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