Spring Fragrance


Blooms proliferate
Fresh threads join the timeless web
Reseeding itself

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 December 25, 2018, in Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. wonderful to experience such freshness, Ben!
    happy holiday season 🙂

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  2. This is beautiful, Ben! 🌹


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