Books

BOOKS

Woke up ensnared, lost in books
Woven of fiction and fantasy

Awake, metaphor and allegory
May offer you a route out

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 February 26, 2017, in Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. but, can i
    keep my eyes
    closed 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. A place to get lost and sometimes get found.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Five star response, Kim. You should know how I am to see that you are feeling able to return to WP. You were missed. Are you doing much reading at present? If so I have a couple of recommendations.

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