Odd Osprey: Shadorma


No raptor
And misfit
In sum non-breeding migrant
Waiting to go home

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 7, 2019, in Poetry, Shadorma and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. There is always one ! 💜

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