In Mourning Still: Shadorma


He ventures,
“Here’s a suggestion:
Share laughter
She points to the iron gates.
The sign reads “Keep Out”

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 28, 2019, in Poetry, Shadorma and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. It might sound like a cliché but time really does heal our wounds.

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  2. I let it heal mine, but the scars are still there.

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  3. The iron gates always open when ready. Or the hinges rust…. whichever comes first.

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