The predictable
Starts off by reassuring
Ends up by boring

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 23, 2012, in Poetry, Senryu, Writing and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. ha, isn’t that the truth! 🙂

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  2. I hate it when anything predicatable happens. Biggest turn off!

    Liked by 1 person

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