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 feeling.

Posted on June 1, 2018, in Haiku, Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.

  1. Beautiful – that delicate touch/image. Another jewel, Ben.

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  2. A delicate beauty, Ben.

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  3. Absolutely wonderful, Ben Naga. Concise, perfect.

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  4. Lovely. We just had a taste of the first monsoon shower here at Mumbai, India.

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