Warm Caress

WARM CARESS

Summer shower dusts
Windows with tiny raindrops
A delicate touch

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 feelings.

Posted on October 25, 2017, in Haiku and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. So nice, just what I needed, thanks…

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  2. Nature has its tender moments….this is beautiful, Ben.

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  3. Wonderfully expressive.

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