Sweet liquefaction
The deep sigh as evening falls
Dissolves into night

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

  1. I really like this, Ben….such a calming thought-image. 🌺

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