Lackaday (1b)


Who’d have thought
After all this time
Such a short
Might still be gleaming so bright
After fifty years


Shadorma November

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 November 1, 2017, in Shadorma and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.

  1. I could put myself in this and recount so many moments ❀ nice work Ben ❀

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  2. Wonderful, when those encounters happen Ben.. πŸ™‚

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  3. An encounter meant to be, it sounds like! Not many last 50 years. πŸ’πŸ’›

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  4. Aww, how wonderful, Ben, and beautiful shadorma!

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