End Of Chapter: Shadorma


Out the door
On the road again
Halt of foot
Sore of heart
Yet recalling as you roam
Not built in a day

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 October 3, 2019, in Poetry, Shadorma and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. Clever > Roam (Rome) not built in a day ๐Ÿ™‚

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  2. Nice twist at bottom …

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