Posted by Ben Naga
Posted on April 28, 2017, in Prose With Pretensions and tagged Death, Existence, Life, Mystery. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.
I did Maypole as a child Ben… and May Day is the day I shall be dancing celebrating my arrival on Earth.. Much Love as May begins..
In, out, in out … : the endless cycle of birth and death. Enjoy your birthday tomorrow. 🙂
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Many thanks Dear Ben.. A family gathering but no maypoles in sight 🙂
May we all find out.
Given time … 🙂
What would life be without a certain mystery?
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