Enchanted

ENCHANTED

Even when asleep
My mind wanders endlessly
Among mirages

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 March 15, 2015, in Poetry, Senryu and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. Just Another Soul

    To wander is to get lost in thine divine sense of romanticism. 🙂

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  2. dawnofdivinerays

    Reblogged this on Dawn of Divine Rays.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Dream spheres mystery
    Blend the sojourn to places
    Strangely familiar

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