Enchanted

Mar 15

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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 | March 15, 2015 at 3:22 pm

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

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  2. dawnofdivinerays | March 15, 2015 at 7:16 pm

    Reblogged this on Dawn of Divine Rays.

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  3. the secret keeper | March 15, 2015 at 11:35 pm

    Dream spheres mystery
    Blend the sojourn to places
    Strangely familiar

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